Blackwater Islands toreador

The demon heard singing and thought it sounded out of place here. The voice was unfamiliar, as well, though he suspected who it belonged to. The woman sent here from Akashingo. The listener had filled him in, but he still wasn't sure what they planned to do with the woman. She was used to a different life, one that she wouldn't find here. 

He chose to follow the sound, mostly because he needed to know all of the acolytes so he could train them and tell them of the unnamed god. 

He found her moving in and out of the mist and was at her side the next time she was visible again. I am one of the speakers, he told her. What is your name, acolyte? he asked, though it was clear there was no real choice on her part to answer him. He intentionally gave off a commanding presence to those who were meant to answer to him.