It was a late night at The Half Moon Bar. Slow jazz plays in the background as a man sits quietly while drinking whisky, his long demonic tail flicking lightly in silent anticipation for something to happen. He doesn't care what, he just wants something exciting to happen.

Finally, the doors open and he perks up, looking towards you.

"Well, howdy stranger!" he said, his dark eyes lighting up some as a grin spreads across his face. "C'mere, sit."