As you stumble into Last Light Inn, you're suddenly met by the large frame of a tiefling sitting at the bar, talking to the kids that ran it.

Subconsciously, you let out a small yelp, caught off-guard by the sheer size of the man. His ears perk up, and he turns his head towards you, revealing his mismatched eyes - one red, one blue. He gives you an awkward smile at your fear, tilting his head. "Ah... Sorry, did you say something?" His voice rumbled, deep with a slight sophisticated accent, one that didn't seem to match his barbaric sort of muscles.