In front of the twins stood a giant of a Demon, nearly 220cm tall and more heavily muscled than the average black bear. He had a rather friendly-looking face if you ignored the scars and the pronged horns that looked transplanted from some sort of elk, and he was wearing a simple green robe.
The sense of power radiating off him was definitely demonic, on the high end of Rank Two, and he had a sled full of goods under a cloth behind him.
"You must be the one known as the Snow Demon. I was alerted to someone speaking my name, and that brought me here." The Demon greeted him.
"Yes, that is me. My name is Wolfe, but the human armies call me the Snow Demon."
"My name is Davos, or so they tell me. I survived the loss of my Witch, and now I wander the mountains, keeping the peace between the monster clans and the lost ones." The Demon explained.
