A man from the background dressed quite like the pirates enjoying the room approached Mimi from the corner of her eye. A hood was pulled over his head, he kept his face straight and it was difficult to see more than the bushy beard perking out. He clapped her shoulder and leaned closer.

"We wouldn't want you young, fragile human girls being harmed by us ruffians now, would we?" His face remained straight for a moment before cracking into a warm smile. The man started to laugh and raised a hand to scratch the back of his hooded head absently. A slight smell of liquor permeated his breath. "The name's Ozend. Looks like I've got to pay more attention." He muttered, looking at the imposing amount of words on the contract.

Ozend yawned as he looked the other three over. "I've been here a while. Must've lost track of time." He motioned at the table in the corner by a frosty window and the lonely mug settled on it.

The surly man turned his attention to the demon. "Anywho, I guess we're here to get things settled and leave." He glanced suspiciously at the contract once more. "I'm not one for signing things. Seen my share of records. Some of it's filthy word work." He narrowed his blue eyes. "How do I know you can be trusted?"