In any case, Solam had no time to deal with the fallen angels for now. He had more important things to do. But before that, Solam felt he had to greet some of his old friends, because they did not look very happy. In fact, they looked ready to chop him down at any moment...
"Hey! Guys, shouldn't you be cheering wildly when you see me, then giving me a big hug? Or have I been stuck in that damned Abyss for so long that you've forgotten your friend Solam? You really ought to see the looks on your faces. You're staring at me like you've seen a ghost. Hey! Albert, can you put away that damned axe? That's no way to treat a friend!"
Seeing his old friends all brandishing weapons and glaring at him viciously, Solam felt utterly depressed. He had gone to great lengths to return to Faerûn, only for his old friends to greet him with blades and axes. Where was the justice in that?
Hearing Solam say that, the group also felt that what they were doing was indeed a little unreasonable. After all, they really had been friends.
The Copperbeard elder Albert, who had been singled out, stepped forward with an awkward expression and said to Solam, "...Although this is a bit ugly, Solam, you should understand... I admit we've missed you, but you're a fucking demon now. What are we supposed to do?"
"Fuck, can't you have a little faith in me? If I were really still a demon, how could I possibly come back so openly? Aren't I afraid those big shots up in the heavens will take me out? Can't you bastards use your brains?" It would have been one thing if there were no flowers or applause, but what was