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Ruuk's favorite tavern, The Crispy Knight, was a quiet place by rights, but when Gote, the Demon King's second-in-command, came cantering inside, all the quiet chatter of conversation and the clink of glasses ceased utterly.
Gote was a chubby satyr with short curving horns and curly dark brown fur on his goat-like legs. Ruuk leaned forward. The satyr clambered onto the bar-top, his cloven hooves clicking as he stood on its lacquered surface. Raising his arms for silence, Gote said, "All right, lads, any of you looking to impress the boss, here's your chance."
Ruuk straightened at his lonely table and strained his ears to catch every word. His quest for employment in the city was not going well. During his first week in the underground culture of Faerie, he'd discovered there wasn't much work going around, and even less for an overgrown "brute of a troll' like him-‘ as one shopkeeper so eloquently put it. Heh.
He'd heard the Demon King, a local philanthropist and politician of sorts, needed muscle. Ruuk had that in spades. All Ruuk needed now was an in with the Demon King.
And this might be just what he'd waited for.
Gote plucked someone else's shot from their hand and knocked it back. Ruuk had noticed the Demon King's men could pull off stunts like that without being squashed. "We're looking for a girl." Gote swallowed the alcohol with a loud glug, smacked his lips happily and smiled at the crowd before he continued. "Maybe some of you have seen her around. A human girl with dark skin and black hair. Very beautiful. She was last seen wearing a golden gown with a long skirt, but she's probably ditched that by now. We suspect she's stolen some powerful magic to cover her escape, so she's probably wearing a strong glamour too. The King would take it as a special favor if any of you would help in the search for her. He will personally provide you temporary glamours to help you search among the humans. And if any of you happen to catch the little baggage and bring her back, the King will reward you handsomely." Gote's teeth flashed in a crooked, condescending grin, and he hopped off the bar.
Ruuk bolted from his table and elbowed through the now restive crowd clustering around Gote. Ruuk was a head taller than the tallest of the faeries, and twice as strong. He muscled his way face to face-‘ well, chest to face-‘ with the satyr.
Gote's eyes languidly trailed up Ruuk's chest to meet his eyes. "Well, troll?”
"I can help you find her."