There was a rather small looking figure standing in front of the counter, its head barely situated high up enough to see what was lying where on the counter comfortably. A reddish, leathery looking hand reached for the piece of parchment. The style those humans, kobolds and whatever they called themselves employed to put down their words had not lost its weirdness towards Fyr ever since he had seen it for the first time, and still the demon was convinced that he would be able to teach them a more efficient one. If they'd only listen...

So a peasant needed help ? Fyr looked at the piece of bread in his hands he had just taken another bite off. Maybe they'd be able to get some particularly fresh one there if they'd do a good job ? The only problem was that the request was hopelessly unspecific, not stating any vital detail about the problem at hand. It could be a simple, boring one-man job or something that'd require a dozen elite warriors.

[color=ff9900]"I'd wish they'd do a better job at preparing those requests..."[/color] Fyr commented, sighing. [color=ff9900]"So, any takers ? If so, consider myself a companion for this."[/color]

The demon let go of a less than subtle grin. He knew that not everybody liked him. Some didn't by default, others only when he had pulled something off again that was flat-out wrong in their eyes. Fyr took another bite, then decided to stuff the humble remainder of the bread right into his mouth as well.

[color=ff9900]"Does anybody know how far this farm is away from us ?"[/color]