Molly's eyes widened at the sight of the guards. "I did not expect that," he said without looking away from the group of soldiers. The fact that they were playing cards tempted the con man in Molly, but that would maybe be a little too risky with his jailbird companion.

"Sorry, gentlemen. Seems like we took a wrong turn. Just looking...for the toilet." If they gave Molly any notice, it was only because he was a horned purple devil being. They seemed a little more focused on Crowley. Molly looked at Crowley and his very convincing attire, racking his brain for any kind of explanation.

"He's my cleric," he quickly added. "I have such a deep devotion to the Platinum Dragon that I have my own personal priest. Comes with me everywhere."