Tree-Beasts & Hell-beasts
Aamon had decided he didn't very much care for The City.
Between the corrupt guards, broken political system, poverty, and sickness, he had almost entirely given up on that particular civilization producing anything of value or interest for either him or his kind. However, in his brief time researching The City, he had heard of a few groups that were splintered off from The City. And he was currently in search of a single group in particular; The Pagans.
The demon wandered off the beaten path, and towards the territory of the renowned Pagans. He couldn't pinpoint an exact headquarters, and he doubted a group like their's would even have a headquarters, so he had to just wander around their territory and hope he'd find somebody he could converse with.
It was barely a plan. And a shoddy one at that. However, it was the only plan Aamon had available to him to attempt to make contact with this group of somewhat primitive, but interesting, individuals.
