–「 ♬ 」 Mordai had grown curious with the whispers of the people, their talks grabbing his attention ( though, that wasn’t such a hard feat ) and with a short notice, he left Milo to himself and left the inn. For he knew what he may get into was a dangerous fight, but, that never stopped him before - so it truly wouldn’t keep him away now that it seemed to be the only thing the townsfolk could talk about.
Some monster. How ironic that it took one to find one.
Ears twitched as he reached the edge of the woods, pulling out his dagger from its sheath and only daring to step a bit further. Tension rose in his chest, not hearing the typical calls of the woodland creatures, biting his tongue and preparing himself, though the illusion he kept almost fell, tail twitching into view for just a moment before vanishing once more.
“ Who’s there? “ The tiefling called out, grip only tightening against the blade within his hand. “ ‘cause ya’ know, there’s a pretty bad storm coming ‘nd if I were you, I’d head for somewhere else instead of a haunted woods. “ He shifted on his feet, moving a bit closer in the darkness, golden eyes still adjusting from the lantern’s lights from the city behind him.
“ Just come out ‘nd we won’t have a problem. That’s all I ask. “ The man doubted it’d be so simple. But he could dream.