<strong>Name:</strong>The Jersey Devil, Haraim Dorvir<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Demona, Jessamyne, Ayr<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Inside the Golden Pick<br/><br/>For as much as they appeared to focus on nothing but gold and ale, for as rare as it was to find a dwarf woman aboveground, for as resistant as the thick-headed diggers were to any sort of mental manipulation, a hot demoness was a smoking hot demoness no matter the race, and Demona probably would have gotten the trio into the club without even needing to use her powers. Her supernaturally erotic presence did mean the four doormen were too busy shuffling in their iron greaves to ask if they were carrying weapons, though, so it was clear why Marc had someone like her handle this, rather than Zed or that pretty little angle they had left back at his club.<br/><br/>For a nightclub, it was certainly brightly lit on the inside, but what was the point of painting everything in gold if you were going to dim the lights and not show it off? Of course, that would make it a lot harder for Jessamyne and Ayr to stay out of sight while they performed their jobs, but at least for now, with Demona leading the way, they might as well have been the fleas on the skin of a leopard for how much anyone bothered to notice them. This was especially the case once there were inside, where the few dangerous dwarven patrons of the club were utterly overwhelmed by the kobolds, centaurs, lycanthropes, and various other beastmen that crowded the place, every one of which was easily won over by the succubus' intoxicating presence. They would have all moved in at once had the scent of a male hound with his arm around her made them more wary.<br/><br/>What didn't bode as well was that by the time Ayr picked up on the Devil on the dance floor, his slightly greasy scent would be overlapped by something much more foul, drawing the faux-demon's attention to a helmet that popped up next to his waist. If Ayr or Demona didn't recognize that particular beard, then Jessamyne certainly would: Haraim Dorvir (http://images.epilogue.net/users/dimhovi/BloodDwarfDN.jpg). Just like every other Gravedigger, he dressed in the old style of armor, put huge amounts of attention to his facial hair, and carried more weapons than he could hold at once, but this particular lieutenant was very notorious among the Striders. His job was to keep other gang members from encroaching on dwarven territory, a job he was almost too zealous and far-reaching with, though no one would doubt this was just an excuse to slaughter any elves he came across, gang-affiliated or not.<br/><br/>The Jersey Devil greeted this bloodthirsty lunatic as an old friend and started following him back to the VIP room, dragging a couple human girls along with him. Since both Ayr's and Jessamyne's tasks required them to get into that room, someone would have to act fast to make sure they got inside before the door closed.