The wizard's face is surrounded by a cloud of thick, white smoke, streaming from his nostrils and disappearing above his head, in the dim air of the tavern. Orion grins slightly, looking down at the wooden table, and at the flickering flame of the candle lying on top of it. Vox is trotting around the tavern, picking up with her beak the crumbs and insects on the floor: yet, as the boasting voice from outside reached her hears, she opened her wings and fluttered to her master's shoulder. The wizard turns his head slowly, and pets the owl as he lowers his pipe. His cup of mead stands now half empty before him, reflecting the torchlight illuminating the tavern. Orion raises his gaze to meet that of the demon, then turns his head to see a strangely gesturing girl outside. Orion sighs. Another adventure, another group of bandits.

The wizard draws another hit from his pipe, exhaling from his mouth, as a faint smell spreads in the ether. Orion gets up, put his pipe back in one of his many purses, and turns to the demon, speaking in a deep voice. "I say we go outside. After all, we do need to get going." Vox emits a deep call, as Orion walks outside, raising his hood over his head.