"Hello." Called a voice. Mitch opened the door but saw no one inside. There was the soft shuffle of someone sweeping so the elf walked towards that, hesitantly sitting at a bar stool. "Um, hello, may I have a drink?" It was so strange, Mitch had felt magic in this place, forcibly taking it's pray into it's clutches, but it had been so long since Mitch had truly felt magic. Was this really a trap?