*The demons eyes flick briefly to the large einhar, keeping an eye on him, but still casually swinging his club. He snickers at the greeting*
"Not for much longer I'm hoping. One of you should do fine."
"Not for much longer I'm hoping. One of you should do fine."
A demoness barely in command of the demons surrounding the tavern. A skull is smashed oddly onto her head, her large red horns curling through and around it. A loud screaming laugh punctuates her existence; she is often seen setting things on fire while screaming about this freezing wet place.