Eos has an abundance of goblins on the roads at night, and half-human shaped snakes or spiders depending on what kind of dangerous places one might travel. I've no idea what determines the manner of daemon a victim turns into, and I don't particularly wish to find out.

[He glanced over the tattoo on Roland's hand, raising an eyebrow slightly; it didn't look like he was remotely familiar with it.]

Now, I never said that. If I thought you an active threat, this would be a markedly different conversation. As it stood, I thought it best to actually speak to you before I determined that.

[Beat.]

Do I want to ask 'what pills', or is that something that's certain to be incredibly concerning?