As a girl entered into the tavern, the demon watched her, tracing her appearance, drawn primarily by the fact that she was alone. The demon drew a breath from his cigarette, and exhaled a long puff of gray smoke. The demon adjusted his glasses, and prepared to initiate conversation, before it became clear that he did not have to.

When the girl asked him, the demon only nodded. "I trust you are Ms. Loftheart. I expected someone of higher... stature. You weren't quite what I had hoped for when the mages told me they were sending me one of their "star pupils"." the demon said. He took another hit, finishing the cigarette, then snuffing it out on the table, putting the butt in his pocket.

The demon stuck his hand into his coat, grabbing a box of cigarettes, before taking the coat off. "We're still waiting for the rest of your group. Once the whole party's here, I can give you all a brief instead of telling each and every one of you one at a time. Until then, do you want one?" the demon stuck a cigarette out of the carton, offering it to the small wizard.