As Inkflame stepped through the entryway, a band of pirates was just about ready to leave.The rough and rowdy group had got up more or less unanimously, leaving behind empty mugs and a messy table. They pushed Inkflame aside as they stepped nonchalantly into the cold. A man with a large, feathered hat opened the door for all of them before following his crew outside.
Meanwhile, Vulthathar walked casually to the bar and leaned against it between two stools. He tapped the toes of his shoes as he waited. "All in favor of Team Alice... All in favor of Whispers?" the demon asked.