Evening in the Aspic Bazaar is still a time of brisk trade, but the streets are not so crowded that it causes much fuss when a manhole cover near Balthazar lifts up and slides to the side. Two red hands -- one normal and the other oversize and made of stone -- reach out and brace themselves on either side of the manhole, and a large, obviously demonic-looking man hauls himself out. A demon wearing, of all things, a tan canvas-and-leather trenchcoat that's obviously seen better days, with a golden-hilted (and, depending on Balthazar's sensitivity to such things, very magical) sword sheathed on his back.

He extracts himself just enough so that his tail is clear, and then sits down, his legs still dangling down into the manhole. The great heaving sigh of evening air he takes speaks to just how long he'd been down in the sewers. After a moment, he looks around, and his slightly glowing orange eyes notice the horrible tieman standing nearby. He gives a little wave with his Right Hand and says, "How's it going?"