Crunchgnar

Crunchgnar, for example, was a Hartmurt Demon:
a strain of tall, muscular demon with no hair, inhuman
features, and horns that swept back along the head
almost like a mane. A rare wingless strain, Hartmurts
were hardy, quick to heal, and tended to be skilled combatants. Indeed, Crunchgnar wore warrior’s leathers
and bore a pair of wicked swords strapped to his waist.
 The demon was dumb as a stump.

Fortunately, he
was as sturdy as one too. At some instructions from
Miss Highwater, Crunchgnar squeezed into the washroom and picked up the little assassin girl, then carried
her out into the bedroom. He took the viol off her back,
then placed her in a chair opposite Davriel. The demon frowned as the girl’s stiff, frozen shape didn’t conform
to the seat.

Chapter 4