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The sentry caught the coin and slouched as the newcomers left, abandoning all pretense of respect for his task. Well this individual wasn't the sentry, not the real one. After a moment the real sentry returned and he resumed his upright posture.

"Thanks for filling in for me."

"No problem. Oh, I heard that we're expecting a guest today. Keep an eye out." Lacintos bumped fists with the other goblin and handed the spear back. He started walking away towards the corner of the nearest building.

"Hey, I never got your name."

The shapeshifter paused. He'd never  paid much attention to goblins or their names. "It's, uhhh, Ilk."

Without waiting for a response he turned the corner. Even as he walked down the empty alleyway his limbs lengthened and he tripled in height. The demons skin grew pale with red tribal markings and horns sprouted.

So that was the candidate for the region. He didn't look like much and neither did his companion. This was, of course, the last thing that Lacintos expected when he assassinated a demon noble with the intent to glide through life in the lap of luxury. But now maybe this could work out to be even more fun.