Late one evening, as residents of Sandpoint gather in the Rusty Dragon Inn after a hard day's work, the door opens and in strides a man.   Only...he isn't. Oh, he looks like one, at first, but then Residents see the tail, twitching in the air behind him. They look further, and the see the horns poking out of his hat. If they looked further still, they might see that his skin...doesn't look quite right, that it isn't tan, as they thought at first, but orange, and scaled. Most ominously of all, the truly observant of the patrons might notice that, as the stranger makes his way to the bar, he casts no shadow when he passes by the hearth.   The stranger seemingly ignores the quietude and stares. Tranquil as can be, albeit with the heavy tread of a man who has walked too far and dealt with too much shit, he makes his way to the bar, sits down quietly at it, and asks for water in thickly-accented Taldane.