One in their midst was an instrument of change and of utter violence and rage.

This one, a Demon of Haidia, currently found himself in Raiaera. The domain of Elves. Remaining calm was oft difficult for him...especially in the plain view of the enemy. For Demons like he, The Demon War's loss of ages past was still a painful memory. Nosdyn wore a scary mask those days to hide his face away from the masses. The mask did not have any Haidian markings, but his panic aura did. People oft felt uncomfortable around the burly Demon, oft to the point of outright hysterical fear. Nosdyn preferred things that way...it made things easier.

There were criminal elements in the world that associated with those like he...knowing full well what he was.

Only thrill seekers and those with a death wish usually approached The Haidian. Despite that, Nosdyn sat in one of the many pubs in the Elven city. Planning, thinking and getting ready to make his next move. His table was empty but he sat there drinking a strong ale. Purchased with dishonest coin but bought so that it could calm his troubled mind for a long moment. Of his house of Demons...only a few remained now and they had grown politically weak. Which was why Nosdyn was sent away from Haidia and left to his own vices. Nosdyn oft thought of the battlefields back home...things were simpler there. One followed the iron fist of the battalion they were a part of.

There was an Overlord named Zieg. He was mighty and proud. Nosdyn and many others admired their leader and wished to accomplished what Zieg had accomplished. Nosdyn observed the crowd. There were exotic dancers of all sorts...all genders. Some were attractive to the proud Demon's eyes but he would only consider mating with a Demoness and their ilk. There was a live band playing varying instruments in the pub, playing upbeat music. He hated the sounds but got used to it after several hours of the repeated songs. Nosdyn took a pull of the drink in his goblet and placed it gently on his table. He had not yet eaten anything...but would before the night was out.

For it was also rare to see Haidians up and about in that day and age...playing at being a daft Adventurer folks.

Nosdyn was a large framed individual his muscle sinewy and bulky.

He was deep in thought when one of the dancers carelessly danced up to his table.

"Would mi'lord like some company?" She was a pale skinned Elf. Mid thirties, and had long, blue flowing hair. She was handsome as far as Elves went...and in good physical shape. The question lingered in the air for a moment.

Nosdyn blinked for a moment and looked at the woman. "'Tis a free place after all. If you wish to have seat you may do so."

She nodded and grabbed a chair next to the Haidian. She moved the chair so she was right next to him.

Nosyn looked at her for a moment. "You are very brave to want to get so close."

"I know what you are..." She suddenly said and whispered something into his ear...