She appears in the pub he’d summoned her to and Maya’s nose immdiately wrinkles. She doesn’t know what she was expecting, a place called the Goblin Knob could hardly be considered classy, but even still the smell of body odor and beer hits her so heavily that if she was a weaker woman she’d have to sit down. She spots Cass at the end of the bar and she pushes a drunken wizard off of the stool beside him and takes a seat.

“Was this really necessary, Cassiel?”

She can feel several pairs of eyes on her but the only set that matters is the bartenders. She orders the strongest piece on the menu before turning back to her...friend.

“All I want to do is murder someone, do we need to have this level of dramatics? Or is this just another part of the pissing contest?”

She takes a massive drink from the whiskey concoction placed in front of her before continuing.

“Because if we want to have a show off competition of dramatics? You’re not going to win. I hope you know that.” She glances around the room as she takes another long sip.

“This place is so filthy it actually makes you look classy.”