*I turn to see the newcomer*
"Welcome. Stranger."

Hello. I’m a bit new here.

@RobertFloyd
"I've passed by this town many times during my travels. Please."
*I gesture to an empty seat by my table.*
"Sit. I'd be happy to fill you in on what I know of the place."
*You notice how I linger slightly on my s's*

-glances again at sexydemon, curious about the book he's reading, I take a quick swig of alcohol and turn towards him- what kind of book you got there?

Cool SexyDemon. Can you teach me?

@Biflexible_male
"My private collection of arcane knowledge I have discovered. It has taken me a few years to accumulate it."
@RobertFloyd
"If you sit next to me I'll be happy to teach you what I know."
*Gestures again to the empty seat next to me. Unfortunately a flash of my ruddy tanned scaly skin and slightly pointed black fingernails happens and I mentally curse myself for not being more careful.*

*I went and sat down next to SexyDemon.* “Ok, I’m ready to listen.”

*I thank the gods nobody noticed*
@RobertFloyd
"This town is primarily a farming community. Typical happy-go-lucky, yet hardworking farmers. This town has a blacksmith. An apothecary, I usually stock up on potion ingredients there. And this tavern we're currently sitting in. Because of the good vibe many travellers stop here for a good drink and a bed for the night before heading off on their journeys. However in more recent times bandits have been terrorising the townfolk. Now only the brave or the extremely stupid dare venture out at night alone and with nothing to protect themselves with."

Wow, that sounds like fun.

"Fun? Heh. You are a strange one. Perhaps even strange enough to see my face. A privilege few have received."

“T guess I can give this stuff a try.”

*I take a look around before slowly removing my hood. Revealing my face. It is of a demonic nature. I have ruddy tanned scales instead of skin. White pointed teeth. Pointed ears. And small pointy nose. Black hair grows between two curved horns that grow out of my forehead, it goes down to the back of my neck. I also have no iris or scelera, just orbs of pure gold.*

“Woah! You look pretty scary. Do you always look like that?”

"Yeah. Sorta a long story. Basically I'm the result of being born by someone who made deals with demons in exchange for stuff. The correct term for us is Tiefling.

“Well, it’ll be quite a story. Was everyone afraid of you?”