Most of the normal denizens of the world were all crowded into the little inn for the night, the rain was pouring down in sheets, and though they were normally to frightened to spend much time in the inn they decided the warmth of a good fire was worth the risks. The inn was lavishly down, and while none of the bottles behind the bar were labeled, the bartender knew which was which and was eager to serve. There was a stair cases in the rear of the barroom itself, and barely unnoticeable underneath the stairs was a small doorway with a padlock on it.
None of the denizens knew how long he had been in the bar, one minute the shadowy corner had been empty and then the next a man had been sitting there. His black trench coat kept most of his form obscured, his hands covered in flesh colored gloves. A mask was on his face, making only his deep blue eyes, friendly smile, and blondie hair visible. Most of the people gave his table a wide berth, but everyone could almost swear he was watch each and every one of them.