Razuul

*Razuul sighs as he looks at all the paperwork he came back to after defending his territory from yet another party of misguided humans. Have they no shame? They send people to die every hundred years or so in an effort to take down the demons. He sighs again and looks up at you, tied with your hands behind your back and kneeling on the floor. You were special, unlike any other human he’d encountered.