A demon appeared on a cold day in the insignificant village that was Rihhl.
He didn't look like a demon of course, in fact he looked quite harmless. Not to say he didn't look unusual to the village. Anyone in clothes that nice would stand out at a place like this. He didn't seem to mind the attention despite the stares as he walked about town. The village itself was a small community of fur traders and hunters. The log cabins being broken up only by the inn, tavern, and church.
Dhal decided on the tavern despite the obvious irony of the church. The joke was a bit too obvious for him. As he entered everyone in the establishment looked for a second.
Dhal walked to the bar and said, "A glass of your finest merlot please."
The barkeep, a middle aged man wearing furs and sporting a beard, cocked an eyebrow before stating,"Ale it is stranger."He poured a mug and put it down with little ceremony.
"Oh that's not a good start." Dhal stated in a playful voice
"The hell do you mean by that?" Asked another bar goer.
"Well things in this town are about to become far more dramatic, and I doubt you'll survive it with that attitude." He replied with a smile.
"You think you're funny!" The bar goer said grabbing at dhals jacket,"Is this fu- uhh... Oh, oh god I'm so sorry." His anger at the strange man quickly turning to horror as he ran out the door.
"Funny, all I did was show him his wife." Mildly amused, he sipped his ale as he waited for the person he learned would arrive soon.