Ta'ravon looked up at the two-story inn, examining it. It was well built for humans, with sturdy timbers supporting the shale roof overhead. Lights flickered in the windows, casting a dim orange light across the ground outside it. I wonder at what temperature that wood begins melting? A smile crept onto his face before walking to the door and opening it wide, admitting himself into the common room. It wouldn't be long, now.

Examining the medium-sized room, there were two hearths, each along opposite walls to each other, with tables surrounding a clearing where a small crowd of people were dancing to the tune of a nearby musician, plucking at the strings of his five-string lute. The walls were decorated with colorful depictions of islands and forests, the floor covered in simple but also colorful tiles, both common to this country. Ta'ravon sniffed. It was disgusting. A well-to-do establishment, a crowd of merry people, and all that color. It's perfect, he thought darkly.

Lowering the magical veil hiding his true form, the Chaos Demon began his assault, throwing gouts of white-hot flame outward from his position, burning all around him to a molten wreck of cinders and tar. So that's the temperature I was looking for... Grinning with grim satisfaction, he reveled in the taste of the destruction. Sated at last!"