Halls

Dam'Bul is here, trying to avoid Nephrim. It's not going to work for long; he has standing orders to find her at nightfall. Anyway, at the moment he's in the body of a tall, muscular man whose slightly enlarged lower canines point at an orc several generations ago. His hair is black, and his eyes are red, though hidden behind a pair of dark sunglasses. He's also wearing a business suit with a cavalry sabre hanging from a sword belt at his hip; the sabre's sheath is made from sharkskin, as is the sabre's grip and there's a large black onyx set into the pommel.

He's not overtly demonic, but the Karkassolith's host probably smells like somebody that has regular contact with the Abyss. Since there's a demon lodged in his head, and all.