[Hider=James]The man chuckled softly, though let James finish. He was satisfies that the man knew enough to be open, and though lacking in some areas, was generally exposed enough not to generally freak out. "You're close, bud. But the eyes are fae, not shifter. As for what we are up to..."

"We are up to nothing at the moment." This voice was a stark contrast to the youthful energetic one of the Fae in front of him. It came from a man that was slowly walking down the stairs from the top office. He was dressed in black slacks and a black button up shirt that looked a size too big as it hung unbuttoned from his shoulders. He had long unkempt blonde hair, though red streaks stained several places. He was not buff, or all that intimidating at all, and the sad expression on his face didn't seem to be one he wore often. He looked middle age, though he carried himself like the weight of centuries rested on his back. "I appreciate you not wanting any trouble, and I assure you, you will not have any as long as you remain Civil." 
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The young man next to James turned, taking his own drink and leaving to free a seat for the newcomer. The older man sat next to James, extending his hand. "Anthous. I own this bar, and lead the Carnival you seek."[/hider]