"I am called many things; demon, fiend, abomination. I have come to learn the term 'tiefling' is what I truly am."<br/><em>He tipped his hat, and two curling horns became apparent from between his locks.</em><br/>"I truly do not wish to murder this entire camp, but if I must, I will."<br/><em>He put his hat back on and leaned against the cart slightly, his tail flicking lazily.</em><br/>"What brings such a fine dame out to my neck of the woods anyway?"