Shadow Mountain and i hate the way the townspeople gather outside

"I'm looking for someone," Zamael said, not wasting time with preliminaries. He leveled his stare onto the man, searching for clues in his face. "His name is Alarian. On the smaller side, charcoal and gray fur. Light golden eyes." He swallowed thickly. "He might also be with my sister. Lanawyn. She has my eyes."

Who knew what his little brother had gotten up to here? He might not even fucking be here. He cursed the powers that were, they who had sent him on this quest. While he appreciated the opportunity to get the hell out of town for awhile, the trip had began to awake demons that had slept for many moons--and they haunted his every dream.