"I know it's not right to doubt you or question you, but are you sure it was right to send the young demon to the forest alone?"
The old and weary voice of the philosopher resounded in the confines of the little bar as his old and slightly bent figure sat behind the counter with a filled glass before him.
He didn't know the exact content of the message slip, bbut the fact that the demon was going to the forest where even vetrans like him detested going and could even lose their lives in a moment of carelessness didn't sit right with him
The room which served as a high class bar was empty cept for the old man and the waitress who dwelled in the cubicle and was taking her time to clean the tumblers and glasses used to serve the drinks and cocktails.