<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#0000ff">"Now this ere's what I call entertainment"</span>, Top Dollar laughed, watching bemused from a chair seated by the window. While he was sure that none of the Shaman would turn to attack him, he kept his hand on his side briefcase, ensuring he would be able to pull the contents out in the event of any concern to his well being.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#0000ff">A coupla' kids and a few ghosts. Come on' make it brutal"</span>He laughed from the sidelines as an earsplitting laugh filled the room, coming from behind him.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#000000">"Children fighting, shouldn't you be upstairs in your beds?"</span>, The Crow said, laughing and appearing from Top Dollar's shoulder. He took a step forward, taking Top Dollar's flank, fully prepared to defend his master. He licked his lips in anticipation, ready for the fight to start. A sudden movement to Top Dollar's left caught his attention. He flexed for a second before letting his guard down as Top Dollar's arms dealer handed Top Dollar a smoke.<br/><br/>Adrian took a drag on his cigarette for a second before blowing out a tiny wisp of smoke. He extended his mind, ready to call for Alucard, who was off somewhere at the first sign of the situation turning ugly. His new client seemed to be enjoying the scene, and Adrian felt himself muster up a slight chuckle at his client's bizarre spirit's line. He shook his head before taking another drag on his smoke. It was obvious that the other people in this room were Shaman, just like him and his client, but he was rather unaware of their involvement in a single place. He shook his head for a second and wondered if his client's presence had anything to do with so many interesting people. It would make sense, as in the last two days they were traveling together, they had indeed encountered a wide variety of strange people.