Lois
*Black smog rises out of the copper pipes. This was one of many industrial districts in the Court of Azir, home of demons. A lone hunter stifles a cough, raising a handkerchief to his nose. He steps around shady workers, trying to make his way. A demon with crooked teeth shoveling coal snarls at the hunter when he passes—the hunter jerks his hand impulsively, checking that his pike is still tightly strapped to his back. An outsider. That's what he was here, Azir was no place for a human. The thick black fog was sitting above the ground and suffocating everyone in the area, as the bells of war could be heard in the distance. That was the end all, be all. *
Patricia
**With the handkerchief still covering his mouth and nose, he continues onward. While not ideal, King Waylen had to send a warning to the Queen of Demons. And not a single soul volunteered, leaving the dirty work to the hunter, once again. Hah. Typical.**
Joni
**-Weirdly enough, this was one of the few places that this demon could show his identity since there was no presence of danger directly to him. Only having a cloth covering half of his face was enough to breathe properly among the black smog.-**

**-As he was walking around he reached to feel the presence of a stranger. Not another demon nor angel. That made him a bit curious to see who was it, and what they were doing in a place they shouldn't be in the first place.-**
Patricia
**He slows his pace. There are footsteps nearby, but not those of an inspector taking notes of the industries, or even a coal-shoveling maverick. It came from someone who knew how to walk around pipes, but wasn't familiar enough with this particular area.**

**His voice calls out, bouncing on the burnished pipes and machinery.** 

Who's there?
Joni
**-He watched the unknown figure from the distance once he heard his voice. He couldn't be noticed at all due the smog, bu his iris were noticeable-**

I should be asking the same thing..

**-He says in a calm but threatening tone, slowly walking towards the unknown man-**

You're not a demon.. Nor an angel.. ***What*** Are you.
Lisa
|| Knox and dash gonna fight?!
Patricia
**A hunter knew a threat when he saw one. And right now, a the beady eyes of a demon glowing through the smoke and shadows was staring him down. Knox draws his pike.**

My name is Knox von Feuerborn, and I'm here on official business from Kahlo. State your name and purpose.
Lisa
|| qaysar feels betrayed not fighting in this 😢