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Blackadder was going to pay for his drink before the little imp left leaping off the table and posting something on one of the pillars. Taking a quick sip of his screwdriver that was not half bad but could be better although he could not complain. Turning around and getting off his stool and moving to the pillar looking it over reading it and thinking about it.

A good offer and he would need a place to sleep because he did not feel very safe outside of this inn and what the hell was going on in the afterlife. Looking down at the cute looking creature speaking to him about the job. "So do you...have any shotgun ammo?I may not have enough to take them all out...unless you have a big sharp weapon for me..." He said to the imp sipping his drink.