A small shadowy figure darts to and fro, trying to escape your vision. It finally comes to float softly above the ground, it's beady red eyes darting around the room searching for danger. Large webbed wings make up half of it's form, flapping quietly to keep it hovering. Skin, a dark grey, seems to be covered in a fine layer of ash. You've seen it's type before. A Quasit of the underworld. This one seems to be very interested in you, as it continues to peer straight at you. You ponder what must be on it's mind as a slight grin curls up from the corner of it's mouth.