Trevor was sitting at the end of the bar, his elbows resting on the bar as he leaned forward on the barstool. What drink was he on? Third? Fourth? he didn't care enough to try to recall, he simply just knocked back the whiskey and winced at the familiar burn, knocking raptly on the mahogany bar to notify the bartender that he wanted another. The bartender poured him another glass, treating him to an apprehensive glance before turning to other customers. At this point a man that had walked in from the streets came up to the bar, and the bartender greeted him as  he would an old friend.<br/><br/>Normally Trevor wouldn't have given this man a second glance, if it hadn't been for his aura. This aura was new to him, it was a swirling grey that seemed to act like a perpetual fog that hung around the man. Trevor smirked to himself as he downed the whiskey that he had grown so accustomed too, what more surprises could be in store for him today. The man ordered a bourbon, and an expensive one at that.<span style="font-style: italic"> So this guy has some connections around here</span>Trevor thought through his alcohol hazed mind. Just then the conversation between the man and the bartender took an odd turn, one that Trevor found quite interesting.<br/><br/>"<span style="font-weight: bold">We'll be having another meeting at the warehouse tonight, Warren. You do know... right?</span>" The man had said this to the bartender, and Trevor's attention was piqued. The bartender spoke in a hushed voice that did not escape Trevor's ear "<span style="font-weight: bold">I knew it was about time those creatures had something planned. What is it this time?</span>" Creatures? Now Trevor was directing his full interest at the conversation, the fog of intoxication lifting as he listened. As the hunter tried to listen, a small commotion was raised to the side of him, nothing more than a few loud drunks, but it made it hard to hear what the two were saying. All that he heard was something about silver nitrate lamps, a tribute, and something called the Howling Halls.<br/><br/>Once Trevor was sure that anything important that might have passed between the two men was said, he placed the money for the drinks on the bar and walked out, only pausing for a passing moment to look at the man with the grey aura. He left the bar and looked up at the full moon, Trevor thought it to be fitting for a night like this. He could still the gap in his chest from where it was tore open in his dream, but he put that aside. He found a shadowed area in a nearby alley from which he could watch the entrance to the bar. He was going to that meeting tonight, despite the feeling of foreboding that washed over him.