I slid my way past the bouncer, luckily I knew a man on the inside. His name was Lance Buck. Word on the street was he was so dedicated to the bartending game he made a vow to live inside his precious club until he was the best in New York, of course those with a more keen sense for magic knew the only thing shielding those fluffy goat legs of his from the public eye was the grimy bar in the Viola Speakeasy. When the clock strikes midnight and the blanks return to their idle homes is when the real fun begins. As I entered the bar the stench of cheap liquor and stale food washed over me. Lance kicked up his hooves greeting me with a shot of vodka and a smile.

Now listen here you. I’m calling bullshit on this whole organization. You say we stand for peace yet you sit there smug behind your desk as you send troops out after innocent creatures. I won’t stand for this any longer. I have worked day and night to get you to respect me sir and I have come to find that you aren’t worthy of me or my time. I stand with my brothers and sisters no matter if they are magic, blanks, or anything in between. You got twenty four hours to fix this mess or lose the best hunter you have ever had. That’s a promise.