<div class="floatright">(https://68.media.tumblr.com/c6b0fa278ef9327aa829d0372b4f079f/tumblr_omknedNOlH1r09teho1_1280.png)<br/><div align="center"><strong>Corbin the Demon</strong></div></div>Corbin was overwhelmed briefly by the lewd thought Adan had shared with him, and the demon retorted via their mental bond,<em>Oh, don't even tease. I'll get you back for it later, just you wait.</em>He licked his lips in anticipation, but then he shook himself out of the distraction.<br/><br/>But he gave a little inclination of his head and with an eerie movement, leaped back into Adan's shadow. Shadow magic was easy for the demon, though it required being very cognizant of locations, both of people and objects. In the murky void between reality and nothingness wherein all things looked like pale coal shades of the true world, Corbin managed to find the correct shadow to leap out of after considerable searching. Shadow magic was a riskky endeavor for those unfamiliar with it; it was amazing how easy it was to get a destination wrong.<br/><br/>He emerged from the shadow of the lute in the 3rd bedroom Niamh described, and he grabbed up everything Niamh described. He was in a hurry. He had unsavory impulses to harm the mortals of this place, and he was trying quite hard to be good.<br/><br/>He could not hide his struggle from Adan, not when he heard the angry shouting and swearing of the men in the tavern talking about them all, calling them all manner of slurs and names. The longing to reach out and sap the will to live from the wretched violent bigots of the inn hummed in Corbin uncontrollably, and the demon only just barely managed to resist the impulse. He reminded himself that he'd already been in a fight. That was enough for the day. It had to be.<br/><br/>So items in tow, he slipped into the shadow of the bed and emerged from Adan's shadow.<br/><br/>This spooked Snowdrop. Animals did not like demons, and most of them particularly did not like Corbin. The gelding gave a shriek and attempted to skitter away from them, and Corbin gave an angry hiss and darted further back in the trees away from Snowdrop, arms full of items. His irritable voice echoed out softly somewhere from the vicinity of some shrubbery, "Wretched beast!"<br/><br/>Had he been in a better mood, he would have found Snowdrop's reaction amusing. As it was, he longed to wreak havoc, and little things were bothering him.