"What in the hells-" yelled Thasseldar after yet another, slimy and suspiciously colored thing slapped over his head, making a rather disgusting looking hood. Whatever else he would say was drowned out by the thundering voice of (Bronte). The hood-like part slid over his head as it flew back to (Astrape), while he looked on in confusion.

"Madhouse..." he muttered, turning back to the bar. He signaled to the bartender. "I'll have one more..." although it may not be the best idea - things became stranger and stranger as he kept drinking the stuff. He pulled out the last of his current supply of coins.