Frank saw an elegant "B" form underneath his own name on the bounty paper I looked like ancient calligraphy compared to his signature. He looked over quickly just in time to see a sideways smile on a woman's face. He instantly knew two things about her, first of all she was using an illusion a good one too, normally he can smell them a mile away. Second of all he smile and greeting were completely insencere. With these two things put forward he realised who she was, he had never met her but he was well aware of magic users of a certain fame or in the case infamy.

Frank grunted a reply at Beatrice something that sounded like you too.

Before he could do anything else two more seemingly one after the other showed up to sign the bounty note he signed. He contemplated leaving right then but running into the chaos witch was something he didn't intend on passing up, you don't get a nickname like that with out reason, she could possibly help him, the other two he could care less about, Frank wondered if they could even see that she was using an illusion. Regardless of their skill he'd question then about everything he could.

 The werewolf who was sitting at the bar had joined the party, Frank shifted uneasily as he got closer, he didn't reply when asked, he simply finished his beer.