"That sounds like three for Whispers." Vulthathar stated as he wrote the name down in pen. He rolled it up in a scroll and put it into his coat. "I'll have to wait until the snow stops before sending though." The demon said. With his last sentence, he finished his cigarette, and took it out of his mouth. The demon snuffed the cigarette out on the bar surface, put the butt in his pocket, and reached into his coat for his carton.
"Anybody want one?" the demon offered, sticking a cigarette out of the box. Without awaiting a response, he took the cigarette from the carton and put it in his mouth. As he did, the front end appeared to light itself. Vulthathar shook the carton, letting out a cigarette. "Anybody?" he asked.