"Oh, it's hardly just the hollows. The higher-ups, the ones that live in that castle up there?" Solomon began, motioning his hand in the direction of the incredibly foreboding castle that overlooked this city, and likely many others. "They've been planning things. The barriers are getting weaker. A few demons leak out every now and then, but it's nothing a single marked one couldn't handle. But no, it's much, much more than that." He stood up, taking a seat on the bag Salem had tried to move out of his way. "They want another invasion."<br/><br/>Salem pouted when Solomon went and made his efforts to keep everything in the bag well-organized vain. He brushed it off, and stepped back towards the others, and prepared to introduce himself. When Joe went and mentioned dead writers, he whispered under his breath. "You really thing the big firey demon horse is going to get that? Really?" With a huff, he turned his head and actually spoke up. "I'm Salem Redgrave, and, uh, likewise." The meeting honestly hadn't been nice. Scary demons, screaming, and brandished weaponry weren't the best way to make a good first impression.