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Therai didn't expect an angel to suddenly appear in the tavern today, but that's what he got. While everyone else was greeting the angel, he was standing in the corner with a fireball in his hands because... well, you see, Therai knows that devils and angels don't really get along. So he spends a few seconds discerning whether the angel was gonna be hostile or not when he sees a devil in the room.
However, when the angel did glance at him when looking around the room, Therai faltered, for many reasons. First, because the angel's eyes were not angry, disgusted or hostile like he expected them to be. Hell, it might've even been fascination in his eyes. And second, because he didn't expect the angel to look so... handsome.
Sure, he knows that angels are supposed to have perfect bodies and stuff cause of all that god bullshit, but most of the time, he gags if he even tries to imagine an angel's face. But this time, it's making his hands falter and his heart beat faster, making him drop the fireball spell.
In a panic, he runs off to the toilet, his signature safe space. He sits there pondering what just happened. He must of been really shakey today. Yeah, that must be it. He decides to get out when it's been a few minutes and see if the angel stays with the party. Considering the fact that the party literally just accepted Zar'bir into the party when he appeared one day, the angel probably will stay.
And a part of Therai thinks that maybe, that won't be so bad.