Syrrus
Wishful bard
"Keep it, you'll need it eventually." Magpie said, raising his hand dismissively. The prince needed to have some sort of weapon, even if the boy didn't look strong enough to even cut away bones from a already dead fish. The young man knew what they would meet and who they would have to cross paths with. There were more demons like himself out there and the Queen was only the start of a long and frustrating list of people Magpie rather didn't meet up with, ever.
"Fine, if you so gladly want to know. I am Mathew, it's just a name I gave myself so you humans could have a easier time pronouncing it. The Queen back there is my wife because I married her to become king. I was bored, once. Long before I decided to travel the world." He took a deep breath and went silent for a short little while before continuing. " I am the demon of mischief, by the way. Hence the nickname."
"Fine, if you so gladly want to know. I am Mathew, it's just a name I gave myself so you humans could have a easier time pronouncing it. The Queen back there is my wife because I married her to become king. I was bored, once. Long before I decided to travel the world." He took a deep breath and went silent for a short little while before continuing. " I am the demon of mischief, by the way. Hence the nickname."