Morthos had spent a few days in town, after helping out a travelling priest who was lucky enough to escape an attack on his adventuring group. Morthos liked him, he didn't judge the deals his ancestors made which gave him his appearance, and he appreciated that. He found himself doing odd jobs for people in town, using his simpler magic to help out with tasks. Currently he was in the tavern awaiting Kenneth to return so they could discuss when they would be leaving, "that house call must be taking longer than he though," Morthos said to himself as he had some ale while he sat at the bar. Before he could ponder more on where his friend was a boy came up to him asking if he'd seen any demons around.

Morthos looked at the boy curiously, he couldn't have been older than 16 or so, and he definitely didn't look like an adventurer. Then again, Morthos didn't look like much of one either, at least the boy had a large sword to let people know right away he could fight. Or perhaps it wasn't the boy fighting at all but the sword, Morthos could feel a strange energy about it. Morthos also found it strange the boy didn't recognize he was part demon, what with the red skin and horns and all that. Still, he was fairly certain he couldn't start a fight here, and if he did Morthos figured he could get away.

Morthos turned towards the boy, giving him a better view of his front, making his horns more visible, "well I haven't looked in a mirror in a while so no, not recently," he said to the boy with a cheeky grin. "I believe I'm the only one around here who would fit the description of demon, though technically I'm a tiefling, basically half human half demon. I haven't seen you around here, did you come from the surface?"