Camael enters the demon city of Tara, her normal clothing and armor replaced by the relatively poor quality uniform of a certain gang of traitorous angels. She was sent here by her superiors on the remainder of the war council that tried to hold together the few remaining groups of angels that held to the idea of the Lord's holy war. They had sent her here to find an angel that had been causing a lot of trouble recently. This angel had not only once been a promising officer in the Holy Army and had defected after losing faith and being tainted by the demons of this world, but was not working as an assassin against her former comrades. These decisions just made no sense to Camael, of course she was confused by the seeming disappearance of their Lord, but she couldn't fathom the idea of abandoning the cause and then even joining the enemy. The army generally respected the choices of those who left the army, but when they actively fought against the army, this couldn't go unpunished. This however didn't warrant her being sent on its own, she was only sent as several other soldiers had failed to stop this traitor's blasphemies.<br/><br/>So she had to suffer through coming to this place again, the horrible stench of sin and suffering mixed with the decay of the world. She crinkled her nose as she passed a sulfur pit with a pair of imps playing in it. With her current outfit, as long as she didn't draw the attention of any especially observant demons, she would remain relatively inconspicuous. Despite her discomfort at being in the middle of the lion's den, she had to keep her hands from her weapons as this would be too much of a warning. The angel sighs as she smells the market area before she sees it, the stench of the demon's food let alone the demons themselves was enough to make her flesh crawl. Pushing gently through the crowds and trying not to shove anyone too hard, Camael moves past the hideous monsters of the underworld, large ones resembling ogres, and smaller ones with slender bodies covered in scales and horns. She growls as a particularly aggressive demon tries to make a pass at her rear end. Taking hold of the demon's wrist, she twists it ferociously and with an audible snap she cracks the bones and shoves the demon away, moving away quickly before he has the chance to draw too much attention with his howling.<br/><br/>Finding her way out of the large crowds in the central market, Camael finally finds the building she is looking for. It is a large tavern where she is supposed to meet a human that could tell her about the location of her target. She was far from an assassin herself, and was a little surprised that the army had taken to using informants and assassination tactics, but times had changed, their numbers were too few and their enemy's far too great. Entering the tavern, her nostrils are once again assaulted by foul odors, though these are the much more bitter scents of alcohol and sex. Finding a table that was relatively clear and far enough away from the foulest smelling of the monsters that inhabit the bar, she settles into it and orders a drink that she forces herself to stomach in the name of blending in to wait for her contact.