Garash noticed the Fairy sit beside him, but paid her no mind. Until, that is, she paid for his meal. The hand with his spoon in it hesitated for just an instant before continuing on its journey. Until a few days ago, he'd lived in Demon territory all his life, and they had few visitors. This was actually the first time he'd been around members of the other Races, and so many at once. He hadn't even noticed earlier, since all his mind was focused on was survival. Also, it seemed that few of them had noticed him, which was probably a blessing.<br/><br/>Gradually, Garash concluded that the Fairy beside him had displayed the quality known as kindness, something he'd seen none of for over three centuries. In spite of himself, he began to wonder at the nature of Fairies, and whether they all behaved this way. Beneath him, his shadow drifted a bit, as if a breeze had stirred it.<br/><br/>The Demon soon finished his meal and took a subtle survey of the inn's patrons. Most of them looked like Humans to him. There were also a few Fairies besides the one next to him. It was then, with his attention away from his internal needs and focused on his surroundings, that he noticed how very loud it was here. Too loud, in fact. The pain in his stomach had disappeared, only to be replaced with a pain in his head.<br/><br/>He covered his ears, but it didn't help. He was aware of the sound now, and his hearing was too good for him to ignore it. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he remembered the Fairy next to him say that she expected no trouble out of him. It seems she was mistaken.<br/><br/>Garash didn't want to have to abandon this place for noisiness. There was food and water and beds here. He stood up and stepped over to the table that was clearly making the most noise. His intentions were immediately obvious; he would fight them for this place.<br/><br/>Just at a glance, the demon had an obvious and overwhelming size advantage at 7'2", but the humans outnumbered him four to one at this table, and more than a dozen to one in the room, and possibly more than a thousand to one in the town. The way he saw it, his odds were better if he struck first, so he grabbed the nearest human by the throat with one hand, the other still covering his ear, and lifted him off his feet.<br/><br/>"Be quiet," he ordered stoically.