Over the years, Joon-gi had encountered a wide range of colorful characters who had been dragged through the mists, which included a handful of tieflings, as well. The sight of curling horns and yellow eyes hardly phased him, but the same couldn't be said for the other patrons. Some gasped softly under their breath, others made surreptitious gestures to ward away evil.

This newcomer wasn't likely to find much in the way of help, at least not from these people. Which suited Joon-gi just fine. It meant that, if he played his cards right, he could quickly build a rapport with this newcomer and earn his trust.

Joon-gi spared a glance toward the barkeep and held up two fingers briefly before returning his attention to the tiefling. "Not exactly. I prefer to think of myself as being in a lifeboat, offering a hand to those who find themselves in troubled waters." His eyes crinkled yet again with an amused grin. "And you certainly look like you could use a helping hand."

Dark eyes scrutinized the tiefling standing before him, taking in every detail. He was dressed in long, voluminous robes with a small number of leather pouches belted to his waist. No weapons to speak of, save for a small dagger and light crossbow. His pack was small and looked half-empty, meaning that he would be in desperate need of supplies for the road ahead.

All in all, Joon-gi could easily assume that this tiefling was no warrior or swordsman, likely a spellcaster of some kind. He felt invisible fingers curling against his right shoulder, squeezing with a barely disguised hunger.

This was exactly the sort of person they needed.

He gestured toward the empty seat across from him, indicating that the tiefling should sit. "Now, why don't you tell me how you arrived in Barovia?"