<span style="font-style: italic">Giving us the words, of course!</span>Morys thought.<span style="font-style: italic">How else could I possibly know this song?</span><br/><br/>TiiLiiqia's Elven ears picked up shouts over the rain. There was common and a language she didn't recognize. They sounded like they were coming from all over the city. She hunkered down in her seat as if she hoped to be overlooked.<br/><br/>The door to the inn suddenly opened with such force, it bounced off of the wall behind it. In stepped two demons, one tall, muscular, and intimidating, with bright red eyes and brown-gray skin, his horns nearly grazed the ceiling, and there was a twisted sneer on his face. The one that entered with him was much shorter, his head didn't quite reach the taller one's shoulder, and he wasn't anywhere near as built. The short one shook his head, the horns cutting the air with<span style="font-style: italic">whooshing</span>sounds, water flew off of his hair. When he stopped, his face looked miserable, as if a celebration had just been cancelled.<br/><br/>Morys had jumped out of his seat as soon as the door had hit the wall. He whirled around, a hand on his hilt, his knees bent as if he were ready to attack.<br/><br/>"Sir, please sit," the innkeeper said in a pleading tone. He raised his voice, the smile returning to his face, "What can I get you gentlemen?"<br/><br/>"We are not interested in refreshments. We are looking for something very specific. It's rather small and not all that valuable, I assure you. It belongs to our captain who is very upset to have lost it," the tall Demon answered, stepping further into the room. Small puddles were left behind him in the shape of the sole of his shoes.<br/><br/>"Perhaps if you could describe it, a bit more...?" the innkeep prompted politely.<br/><br/>The shorter Demon was sniffing the air and also moving further into the room, heading slowly toward the bar. Morys was reminded of an Anithrope for a moment. "The captain's stench is here." He pointed at Morys, which gave him a start. "You have it!" The short demon's voice was eerily high pitched for a man, and caused the hairs on the back of Morys's neck to rise.<br/><br/>"Excellent," the tall one said, his sneer broadening into a grin. He looked lazily around the inn, as if taking in the patrons, or judging the competition. Then, he moved further into the inn and held out his hand toward Morys. "I'll gladly return it."<br/><br/>Morys shifted uneasily, a hand still on the hilt of a sword. "If you want it, it can't be for a good cause."<br/><br/>Tii stood then and turned to see more of what was going on. After staring towards the fire, it took a fraction of a second for her eyes to adjust to the dimly lit inn. Demons... The language she had heard had been demonic. She raised her bow and fitted an arrow to the string.