"What do you want?"

Another beer, another drink, another scowl.

The tiefling had been moping around for at least an hour now, tail limp on the floor behind him and those sharp red ears drooped downward. According to the children, he'd been like this ever since he saved them. Temperamental and stubborn, downing drink after drink. For all they knew, he was just another angry drunk, regretful of helping anyone.

But something else boiled underneath the surface.