It was a cold, dark night. A stranger stands by the forest, his tail twitching as he appeared to be lost in thought. If it wasn’t clear by this man’s long horns, his eyes were a dead giveaway as to what he was. This was a Tiefling, of some sort. He stood against a tree absently, as if waiting for something.

The man wore a black vest and blouse, as well as black pants and boots that blended in with the night as he stood there…