"Fuck me! An oracle demon serving the White?" Even a half demon...he had to confess he was glad she was gone. He wasn't surprised it had been hard to control her - there wasn't enough mescaline in the world to let someone control a demon. Survive them, sure, but control them?
"Oracle demons feed on humans," he explained. "Usually they can't leave their circles, but they can entice people into them. I've never heard of a halfbreed before, but I guess it could happen." How any normal woman could survive going to bed with a demon, Bert certainly didn't know. But Gunslingers had done it, coupled with the demon and lived to tell the tale.
"This isn't what I'm used to," he admitted, looking down into his wine. It never failed. Where there was war, there was serious talk. And a matter such as this, Bert felt, deserved seriousness. "The people I fought with back home, we were raised together. My father was a Gunslinger - all our fathers were. We lived together, ate together, played together, grew up together. We knew almost everything about each other. Didn't all like each other, but you don't have to like someone to trust them. Roland's da flat out hated me, but he trusted me." After Hambry, at least, and learning that Bert had saved his son's idiotic, love-struck ass.
"I was taught it's the only way we could hope to fight together. S'one of the more practical reasons we still use the circle table Arthur and his knights were said to use. The religion nuts can talk about how it represents the wheel of ka all they want, but it's really to remind everybody we're all equal and we're all brothers."