Then let us go kill him. That is my tavern.

Lead the way.

If the Hunter is lying and is trying to lure me to the tavern to kill me (again) that would still be very sexy, come to think of it.

The Hunter only likes me for the money and muscle.

The dogs are Loud tonight.

“Did you hear what happened to the executioner?” the barkeep asks. “No,” I say. She whispers “People are saying the demons got him.” “Wow. Crazy. Wow. Unheard of,” I say.

I hate this place.

Sorry, let me amend that statement: I fucking hate this place.

[Long, Suffering Sigh.]

The tavern wishes they could keep up with me.

You made your bed, lie in it. I have beer to drink.

The succubus speaks and

Few better things in this realm than a keg.

|| haha, look at you all and your “Halloween events”. Welcome to my Halloween Account. 👹

God is not dead but he can be.

What does a werewolf have that I don’t.

“Mostly normal”.