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     Murmur, future Devil God of this world and pint sized tyrant walked into the Drum with the confidence that only a Devil God could have.  While there were a variety of things that he should be doing instead of being here.  He needed to refresh himself for his next exploit.  While only last night he had faced off with a vicious dragon, while under the influence of pixie blood!  To anyone else this would have been a huge disadvantage but for a Devil God it was nothing more than entertainment.  Now it was debatable if what he faced was in fact a dragon or a lizard but both had scales so it didn't matter anyway, he had seen a dragon so therefore it must have been a dragon.
     Murmur strode with his staff shouldered, a broom that was left after a woman found him in a stable covered in blood and snoring after having feasted and devouring an entire horse.  Like everything that Murmur did destiny played a role, so destiny wanted him to find the boom and while it was unassuming he owned it which made it a weapon of unspeakable power and fear!  His beady little red eyes glanced around and he walked to an empty table and worked his way onto a stool.  
He leaned his broom-staff on the table and with a claw fished out a single gold coin from his pouch placing it on the table with incisive movements.  Murmur may be small, someone of his height would probably fear the huge bartender and the axe imbedded into the wood but not Murmur!  
     He was of course a Devil God and nothing on this plane or the next could ever hurt him.  He however could easily incinerate anyone that would dare to defy him, but tonight he just felt like drinking and perhaps speaking of his exploits.  He craved something with pixie blood, he had recently developed quite the addiction to it.  That and it was good for Dragon killing.

"Anything with Pixie Blood!"

     He enthusiastically shouted while adjusting his hat.  He knew that in places like this the louder you were the quicker you would be served, or was that the best way to get kicked out?  No matter he had gold, he had magic, and he had his broom-staff and obviously his tremendous commanding presence would defer anyone from attempting to start anything.  You know future Devil God and all that.