The rangy man moves to greet her before his eyes narrow as she rises, and the longsword at his waist clearing the best part of 4 inches of blade before she speaks. Solomon's eyes blazing at the demonic creature in front of him...
Even as she she speaks Lora the Halfling speaks a sharp word as well "Hold master Solomon. She is a guest here as are you."
Solomon relents, the blade sliding home into its scabbard before he nods an acknowledgment of Orphelia's words. "I was not aware of the nature of the company this evening. Be warned, I have seen the Worldwound itself where you kind are spawned. I know of your kinds' habits." Warning uttered he retreats behind a cloud of tabac smoke to the edge of balcony - eyes on the Witch as he sups his ale.
Spoiler
Worldwound:- In Northern Golarion (Pathfinder Setting) there is a massive grandcanyon size rift that opens up into the Abyss. There is a constant crusade fighting the demons up there.
- Interesting combination of demon hunting Witchy Hunter and a very demonic looking Witch