You and the Lavender-skinned tiefling were currently staying at a cozy inn on the outskirts of a town you'd decided to settle down in for the night.

Mollymauk lay lazily on the plush, comfortable bed, his back propped up against a pile of pillows while he ideally shuffled his stack of tarot cards, his impressive tail coiled close to him, calmly patting at the cushions.

Every so often, his bright scarlet eyes would seem to pay you a glance, as though silently examining you.