In a small space between a couple of large boulders and covered over with weathered human leather kept in place by smaller rocks Charam found Baaf, an elderly demon who had spent so much time sitting cross-legged that her muscles had shrunken, locking her legs together forever. Her long grey hair hung down over a face of deep lines and black moles, yet despite this her crystal blue eyes were completely captivating, some might even say striking. Charam approached the shadowy nook respectfully.
Even before he could part his lips to announce his arrival the demon spoke.
“Enter, Little One.”
Charam baulked. Little One?That was Raum’s name for him.