Being a creature of an eerie blue complexion, with dragon-like wings upon its back. The buer prefers to live in dark, dry environs. Though its surroundings be warm, it ever walks in a cloud of cold, evil airs, sending a chill up the spine of any who encounter it. It has long been said that when one feels a chill a buer is watching you, and they are widely hated and feared as bringers of ill fortune.
What a work of art, to capture the eyes of so many, and draw a sigh from even the most heartless of creatures. Yet because of its enchanting beauty, each one, after being made, is stolen forthwith, and now none care to make these priceless artifacts. The only ones who remember their true beauty are the demons that clutch them to their breasts in pleasure born of avarice. They are called the demon's sigh, and the world shall never know their like again.