One can always tell, when a new demon comes to Necromundus. It's the way the air reeks of sulphur and smoke rises from the flagstones. A circle of flame bursts into being, roaring skyward...and when it fades, there's a rather short little brunette woman standing where fire briefly blazed. She looks around herself with interest. "Ah, newbies," Miran leans back in her patio chair, serenely watching the world slowly saturate with the persistant rain. She's carefully situated under an umbrella, and well bundled in a red coat with white fur trim.