"Neat trick - you'll really have to teach me how to do that sometime." He said it half-jokingly, but the prospect of learning a powerful ability like that excited him. Iris's ears visibly perked up at this statement, and she gave Ijani a friendly smile. Some would say a bit too, friendly of a smile.
"Cute and interested in Necromancy. I think I just found my new best friend." She giggled. "My incredibly cute, best friend, that I wouldn't mind having...fun, with." She ended the sentence with a salacious wink and coy smile. "After we get out of here alive, I wouldn't mind teaching you." Before she could say much else, though, she was interrupted by the blind swords-woman.
"If we are indeed dead, wouldn't we be undead? And since you are some sort of necromancer, shouldn't you be able to control the undead? Unless, of course, we are truly alive and were transported to this world moments before our actual deaths as a means of survival. All of us here seem to be good people - churchgoers or nobles or leaders of some sort, right? Is it possible that we were saved because we were... chosen?"
"You assume that churchgoers are 'good people." Ijani commented before she could continue. She furrowed her brow slightly as she thought. Now was not the time to be discussing religion and causing a rift between each other. They were going to be working together after all.
"I was speaking to the woman," Welda corrected the man who had answered her in a quite rude manner. "I am unable to see how one so devoted in their religion and in helping others such as myself can't be considered as good people. Besides, I was speaking about those of us present here, not generally. And finally, if the Styx does indeed require good reason to help us, we will simply have to give it some."
"Most of those church goers would kill me, you, and cute little Ijani here simply for existing and not following their beliefs. I don't think that makes them good people." The tall demoness interjected before things could escalate between the two. It was true, at least she hadn't come across any mortal from the church that would listen to reason when it came to not attacking her. Oh yes, she had been on the mortal realm once or twice and had run ins with some paladins from the Inquisition. Zealots, the lot of them who would kill their best friend even if the suspected them of being a so called 'cultist' or if they showed the smallest sign of being 'corrupted' by a demon. "However, at the sake of us working together. Lets not discuss religion until we get out of here. We can all kill each other after we're relatively safe. Alright? Lets discuss something a bit more serious, like the Styx." She continued, her tone stating she obviously wasn't joking one bit.
"You're right." She turned to Ijani. "Most would have eaten you, taken you prisoner, or worse. The Styx is not likely to help us simply because we ask. It doesn't hurt too, though. I would rather avoid a fight." Truthfully, she didn't like fighting and mostly used it as a last resort if she couldn't solve her problems through other means. Iris turned to Welda before she continued. "However, all demons respect one thing usually, and that's strength. If it comes to it, we will have to fight the Styx and defeat it and make it help us whether it wants to or not. If it still doesn't...well, I have an idea but I hope I it doesn't come to that."