The bartender's smile widens at the sight of the war hammer.

“Well, well, quite a fine weapon. I can give you 2 weeks.” She says with her arms stretched out to receive the weapon.

“Very well” I quickly agree.

There is a high possibility that she scammed me. But that doesn't really matter because anyone will be able to trick me if I don't learn more. Besides, the room could be a good meeting place if Cornelius is capable of sneaking in. on a side note, I'm also looking forward to taking a rest again. Maybe it's because I used to be human, but it feels weird not having to do those basic desires.

I turn around from the bartender and hear a loud yell. “If you think that I will actually pay that for losing in cards, then you're mistaken, you horned freak!” I look in the direction of the panicking voice and find my eyes land back at the table where they were playing poker. It seems that the little fire demon is in a panic.

“You lost the gamble, kid.” the devil says as he conjures fire on top of his little finger, to ignite a new cigar. He takes a puff from that cigar and continues.

“Now the house is simply taking what it's owed.” He says in a serious tone.

“Never!!” the little demon yells as he throws a fire spell at the devil.

The devil gives a bored look and flicks his finger.

The spell dissipates, afterwards, he takes a card out of his hand and throws it at the panicking small demon. It embeds itself in his skull from the sheer power.

“One must always pay his debts, kid.” comes out in a nonchalant tone.

The demon who's shaking in fear falls limp as the card starts absorbing this purple stream of energy. He takes the card that he throws out of the skull, looks at it, and eats it.

“Quite the meager payment.” He says with a bored look on his face.

We make eye contact, and he starts talking to me.

“Would you be interested in a game, mister?”

“I don't think I have anything to gain from playing against you.”

“Well that's a lie mister, you see I might not look like it, but I do have a lot of information. I've seen folk like you before, you want answers and I can give them to you.”

“What do I have to give if I lose?” I ask, trying to figure out what happened to the other player.

“Anything is fine, as long as the debt is paid. Then the house won't have to act.” He says in an inviting yet challenging tone.