Sigh There I was, doing something that I thought that I would never take part in again. I stood nonchalantly on a curb of a street in Vienna, Austria waiting for the streetlight to change. As I waited patiently, I just realized Dren never told where I’d be meeting he and the rest of “them”. I shouldn’t even refer to my own kind as “them” cause technically we’re not physical beings on this shit hole middle-plane. But anyway, I was rather perturbed at Dren for not giving me an exact meeting place. I guess he expected me to use my powers to track him down, but he must’ve forgotten that I lost most of them when I “absolved” myself. I still couldn’t believe I’m going back to my old ways. My willpower was completely broken down by Dren, and he knew I couldn’t resist doing what I’m actually supposed to. I attempted to dig out some tracking incantations from the recesses of my mind, but I couldn’t remember anything. Wait! I felt rather stupid. Where else would a bunch of demons be on the middle-plane? Drinking!