[Espy]

Dante blew out a stream of smoke, then sat up slowly. Gahh...my fingers are freezing. That the old man was talking to the rest of the people (he refused to lump himself into any collective "group") didn't escape his noticed: the snaking purple aura drifted towards the bright red one, the others, and the lion. Meh. They're probably glad I'm out of the way, huh.