In a common tavern located in Hell, people with their own concerns gathered for a brief time.
The 'Cloaked Man' slowly scooped up food from the plate with a wooden spoon, and then delivered it, one bite at a time, into the darkness under his hood; the Night Ghost Granny nervously stared at the empty table, her crow's corpse on her shoulder seemingly alive as it twitched from time to time; the 'Half-Dragon' in the corner turned his head towards the window, sipping on a strong drink while reminiscing about something.
Bartlett picked up a crispy fried Purgatory Worm from the plate, gave it a cursory glance, and then threw it whole into his mouth, crunching away. The taste of the Purgatory Worm wasn't bad, though it had a lingering sulfuric flavor. Nonetheless, this was neutralized by the unique bitterness of Wheat Beer, and the two complemented each other rather well.
"Don't you two want to try it?" He looked towards his two devil companions.
