The small brick and mortar building in Yanfis withstood a downpour as the rain fell hard. Dontarious covered his face as Angel disappeared into a small building. He followed.
The rain was a dim fraction of the noise within this room. It was full of creatures Dontarious could name from fantasy and mythology. He saw a couple elves. The ears extending over their bald, round heads, as they stood at a counter. A long counter sat on the end of a spacious room. On top of the counter were stacked glasses. Behind the counter were several shelves containing glass bottles. Behind the bar was a strange, snake-like creature that hissed when it spoke. This creature, green and full of scales, had a pair of human arms and hands and a human-isk face.
“Are you going to move,” someone shouted. Dontarious turned to see the pale face and extended canines of a vampire. The quintessential bad guy in any action fantasy he had seen once when he was still on Earth proper.
“You can’t stand in front of the door. Human, you’re lucky I like this place and have to be invited or you would be a crumpled mass of skin and bone by now.
Dontarious stepped back and looked for Angel. He found him, with his wings behind his back and pushing through the crowd of noise. Near the left side of the room several other harpies stood talking.
“He is the only guide I have to this world,” Dontarious told himself and pushed through the crowd of colorful creatures.
“Ah, here he is!” Angel shouted as Dontarious approached.
“You are hanging with a human, Angel… disgusting,” this harpy wore a Cincinnati Reds baseball can over platinum blond hair. He looked to be nineteen years old or younger. His wings were smaller than the rest.
“Angel, we don’t want him around here.”
“Wait,” Angel said addressing the largest of the harpies. An older looking birdman with greying hair and skin folded under his eyes. “Christoff, the human can help us with the operation. If you hear what I’m saying.”
The older harpie stood. He flexed his wings and shook his head violently. “How can this small human help us?”
Angel had an answer prepared, “he hopped the Spirit of the Dead from the world above.”
The harpies all gasp at the same time.