<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/46/03/e9/4603e9bf9db1911a3af1ea6d5a43b143.jpg)   </div><strong>Name~</strong>Avynn Galagous<br/><br/><strong>Job~</strong>Owner/Boss<br/><br/><strong>When~</strong>September 17, morning<br/><br/><strong>Tagging~</strong>John<br/><br/><strong>Side Note~</strong><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Correct he was, the counsel protected what peace they had and war was kept from happening. Avynn's own boss on the other hand was another type. Satan loved calamity and chaos. He would like nothing more than to see a human, or fae, suffer. With a sigh, he lit a cigarette with just the puff of his breath and sat at a table across from John, keeping a good distance. "At least yours doesn't ask unnecessary requests...in which I cannot explain..." He waved for Mara, asking for a cup of coffee and an ash tray.<br/><br/>"So..." he spoke up with a grin," what thoughts have you of my cafe...?" He was quite curious as to what the Inspector had on his mind. He seemed pleased by his response, but nothing out with the important facts. He had hopes there were no flaws, but if there were, he would take care of it immediately. No one, not even the counsel, will keep him from his dream.