The tiefling sat apart from the others. His own robes were very nice, looking as if they had never been worn before. Were it not for the curling horns which lifted the hood of the robes ever so slightly, it might not even have been evident he was of a fiendish hue. He carried no possessions and even the cloven hooves sounded nearly as shoes when he walked so that it was hard to tell he was anything other than human. Those who could have seen beneath the robes would be told a different story. Wings curled from his back, there simply for a slap in his face it seemed. They did not allow him to fly nor even grant him any burst of speed. His tail at least proved useful, gently manipulating objects or acting as a third hand when he needed it. It helped him keep his sanity in the long incarceration.<br/><br/>He looked around and surveyed the personalities in the room. A hard-drinking city guardsman, a cocky nobleman's brat, and some women of assorted degrees of docility.<em>Those will be amusing,</em>he thought. It had been years since he'd seen a woman, much less touched one. An aching need welled up, to go to them, to drag them to the floor and...<br/><br/>Now was not the time for such thoughts, much less actions. There would be plenty of time to better acquaint himself with these ladies once they were on the mission. Who knows, accidents happened. Perhaps he could separate one from the herd and spirit her away somewhere that the ring would have no power over him. The accursed ring, the symbol of his status as slave to the hierarchy. His prison and yet his freedom from the same, it was a duality that he was not blind to. "A foolish idiom." The tiefling said, to the words spoken by the noble. "A proper plan has contingencies for the enemy. That having been said, it has been my experience that the enemy rarely survives first contact with a properly<em>executed</em>plan." His inflection could not have been mistaken, though why he put such emphasis on the word was unclear. Perhaps he was implying that the foolish boy wouldn't know what to do in the presence of a counteracting force, or perhaps there was some deeper meaning. Regardless, the tiefling chuckled, amused at least by himself.