Slizer walked into the inn, and thought to himself as he scanned the room. Hmm...Blaez isn't here yet. Oh well. Slizer shuffled his wings and walked up to the bar. "Give me an ale, or a wine. Whichever is cheaper." He said to the bartender, with somewhat of a laugh. After the bartender gave him his ale, he took a swig of his drink, and decided to stick around for a while.

Blaez still isn't here he thought to himself as he looked around some more. He was sure he had given him the right directions...oh well. He would be here eventually. He could wait until then.

I think this is the place...

He thought, walking up to the Purple Lantern, and stepped up to the door. He slowly opened it and stepped in, the top of his shirt a bit wet from earlier rain. He entered, removing a small gray cloth from his mouth, he looked around, searching for his friend.

There he is...

Slizer turned around an noticed Blaez finnaly arriving. He was happy to see him, because Blaez was one of the few to not reject him because of his race. He to a swig of his drink and motioned for Blaez to come sit down. As Blaez sat down next to him, he said to him, "I hope the trip wasn't too bad. It's a pretty bad neighborhood, but at least people don't hate me here until they learn my name. Most places hate me solely for being a half-demon. I'm glad we could meet here, though my friend. Come, have a drink on me." He said cordially to blaez.

He shrugged and tilted his head to the side before sitting. He grabbed a piece of paper and a makeshift writing utensil, and wrote down what he wanted on a paper, which simply read, 'Whatever.' He leaned back, and tried to get comfortable, but it was hard against the back of the seat.

Slizer smiled, and ordered a wine for his freind, and took a sip of his drink. It's good to see you again old friend. I trust you're doing well?"

He shrugged and took a sip of his wine. Yawning afterwards, he leaned backwards and looked back at his half-fiendish friend, his arms resting above the back of the booth, showing his 3 knives strapped to his inner sleeve.

Slizer smiled. "It's wise of you to be armed in a town like this...speak softly and cary a big stick, you know..." Slizer took anothersip of his drink, the noise of the pub flowing through the air...