"Mister," Akira approached Ardram, having grown restless waiting in hiding for Eijiro to find work, "I want to...Cernoris... Cernor... Fight." [poorly-drawn-akira]
Ardram turned his head in the direction of where he heard Akira, quirking a brow at him. Most people avoided him like the plague, so this was interesting to the demon. He smiled widely at the Arisen. “I haven’t heard anyone use that language in a while. You must be new~” Ardram lifted his hand without warning, and a circle of magic appeared that shot out toward Akira’s throat. There was no impact or damage, and the only sign that he did anything was a shimmer of magic that lingered in the air for a moment. “Now we can have a conversation without a language barrier. What was it that you wanted?” Common was common, but not everyone learned it. So Ardram learned a spell that made it where the person affected could understand any written or spoken language for an hour. It was very handy for him because he could mock anyone no matter the dialect.