The Bigger They Are. (Phae, Casey)

Phae was wiping down the bar as the latest lost soul enterd through the portal in need of assisstance.

Casually the gentleman circled the bar and took a seat on the three stools at the far end of the counter. Immediately upon seeing the man, who displayed an uncommon girth, he reached for and began to wipe down the flagon that another patron of the bar used during his visit's. The fleeting image of the norseman, hammer in hand crossed Phae's mind.

'It's been awhile I wonder how T's doing?' Phae thought.

As Phae took a step toward the patron Casey grabbed his elbow rather emphatically.

"Phae, there is an evil here. Not in the bar but close by."

"They are welcome also."

"I know just stay on top."

"Casey, I hunted for as long as you. I can't turn it off anymore."

"Whatever." she threw over her shoulder as she moved into the bar proper to attend to the regulars arrayed at their usual tables.

Shaking his head slightly Phae slid up to the gentleman.

"What can I help ya with today, lad?"