A dull summer morning in West Harbor, the village's resident fiend was lying on a riverbank fishing. Every day he would sit there hours upon hours until he could think of something better to do. He also went there to avoid the more non-tolerant villagers like the Mossfield brothers.
He was barely ten years of age, five inches long horns adorned his forehead hiding beneath his dark red hair. The child did have magic talent, but he had kept it hidden from the villagers, even Tarmas the mage didn't suspect a thing.
One such day around noon a voice interrupted his solitude. The voice was gentle, friendly and female. The woman asked: "Catch anything?". He looked around and saw a beautiful young woman, she was not from West Harbor he knew that much. She wore plain leather armor and a scarf covering the most of her head. But there were something else, there were something strange, something familiar, something wrong about her.
He looked back into the sky and said: "So when are you going to run straight into the village screaming demon? You wouldn't be the first."
She chuckled and pulled off the scarf, revealing two small black horns. "I've tried that too, it does get old after a while. Most people think that just because I've got horns im going to run down the street killing people and stealing their souls."
He began laughing. "Could be fun to try though"
"You shouldn't say that too loud around the humans, they'll burn you at the stake in a heartbeat, it hurts like hell."
"You've been burned at the stake, how did you survive?"
She opened her palm and in it she created a small ball of green fire. "The blood of Baator has its curses, but also its blessings. I could teach you if you want."
He looked at her with both suspicion and great interest. "Why are you offering me that? We've just met."
"Because I want to ensure that at least one teifling in village will survive until adulthood, there are few enough of us as it is."
With a dark shine in his eyes he said: "Deal."
"So eager you are, good you are going to need the enthusiasm. But first what is your name Child."
He got up, stretched out his hand and said" Matthew"
She grabbed his hand and shook it, and with a wide grin, revealing fangs, she replied: "Esmerelle"