<span style="font-weight: bold">Perdition Nightclub: Between 10 and 11</span><br/><br/>Glade heard someone speak to him and turned to face what was the owner of the Night Club he had chosen to be at. "Got only these two flyers anyways most of placed up while I was walking here from the cemetery." Spoke Glade as he pocketed the filled vial and the now empty pouch that was in away one of his wallets.<br/><br/>Glade got up and walked out the door handing the bouncer the two flyers then disappearing only to return with an executioner's axe. After getting back inside he took a seat in the darkest corner of the room where he would wait for any who would be looking for him for certain jobs. If an enemy from a past job showed up he'd claim that was likely his brother Cloak, though this was a lie as Cloak was just something to make them think he wasn't who they were looking for.<br/><br/>"Looks like it might be awhile." Muttered Glade as time seemed to pass by.