Artholath had spent several minutes contemplating the implications of death, and found them wanting.

An inn, for eternity. That didn't sound exciting at all, he mused as he slowly shifted to demon form, gaining various claws, spikes and a generally skeletal or perhaps nightmarish appearance. At least it wasn't an inn of any mortal nature. He didn't think either he or the inn would survive for more than five short minutes if it was.

It seemed silly to him how every species was making its way to the inn. Some were puny mortals that he could snap in half with two fingers if he wished, and others looked like they were fit for much more... grand accommodations. Artholath had little expectations for himself in the afterlife, but he did hope the mortals were there for his enjoyment. He couldn't look at them as equals. How the senior demon was able to stand them was beyond his imagining.

His interest was only piqued when another figure entered the bar. Though clear on the other side of the room, Artholath could tell he was someone of note ([@Gentlemanvaultboy]). Who, he had no idea. He didn't seem like any ordinary demon at all, though he clearly had some elements that were traditional to the sort. A strange looking demon, if he was one. He didn't seem to be on the level of the barkeep or others that Artholath had personally met, but the new arrival was certainly a more interesting sight than pathetic humans that didn't even have a magical whiff to them. He lazily stared at (Satan), with the deep blue orbs of his eyes displaying a paradox of boredom and slight interest.