Demonhunter

Demon: Little Hunter, you know your kind isn't permitted to enter the Underlands.

Hunter: You have my mentor and I'm not leaving without her.

Hunter: So stand aside. One way or another I'm going in, rules be damned.

Demon: I think not, Little Hunter. You're out of your depth here; your training is incomplete and I have been guarding this entrance for decades. You are no match for the likes of me.

Hunter: Last warning. Get. Out. Of. My. Way!

Demon: *Sigh* Little Hunter, you amuse me, but I have little time for your games. Playtime is over.

Demon: Unless you wish to offer something in trade.... you have fire; we can use that.

Demon: Yes, I see the anger in you. We can mold that into something far greater than you are now.

Demon: Meteophale would be pleased to take one such as you under her wing. Convince your mentor to join us as well and you could achieve greatness within our ranks.

Hunter: I'll consider it....

Hunter: ... when the Underlands freeze over. Stand. Aside!

Demon: Oh, so the Little Hunter wants a lesson in manners. Very well...

Demon: Perhaps I was... just a bit hasty in my bargaining. I could instead send word to Meteophale to come here. I am sure you two could come to some... agreeable arrangement.

Hunter: I have a better idea. You are going to lead me into the Underlands, and my mentor and I will walk back out.

Demon: You insolent fool! It would be the death of us both!

Hunter: Are you saying that sneaking someone into and out of the Underlands is beyond you? No wonder they stick you out here guarding a gate.

Demon: I'm here because they fear my presence, Little Hunter. I could lead a herd of elephants through the Underlands with none the wiser.

Hunter: Prove it.

Demon: Very well, Little Hunter. I accept your challenge. You will eat your words when you and your mentor walk safely from this gate.