The door of the Dahl opened quietly, attracting a small amount of attention only from those closest to it. The general consensus was that the only reason the bar received trouble was due to the fact that the unaligned succubus was permitted at the bar, and that her human was allowed free drinks made it a place she was often in; thus the fact that she was absent this evening gave many the impression that there wouldn't be any trouble from the patrons.

They would have been correct if it had been a normal patron that entered the bar. The figure was tall, which was the only thing that was truly visible to the people looking. It wore a ragged robe that blocked the wearer from true sight, but that was enough for all to get out of the figure's way as he strode forward was hiding all else.

As it reached the bar the figure said, "Way keeper."

The voice was croaked and aged, but most definitely masculine. Trick, who had been eying the newcomer with trepidation walked to him and reached under the counter, pulling from the shelf the log. The log was as old as the Dahl and was a way for newcomers to declare their intentions discretely.

The man took the offered pen and scribbled down his information before handing it back. Trick looked down at the name on the log, when his eyes remained for a good moment. They would have stayed there longer if it were not for the dry chuckle from the newcomer.

Trick's head flew up so fast that he thought he might get whiplash, but the newcomer and his purpose made him push the thoughts of pain aside. Seeing the worried look in the barkeeps eyes the figure moved his robe slightly to expose his thighs. Hanging from them were a pair of folded scythes with blades that could cut souls, but they were not the weapons that Trick was worried about so he gave a sigh of relief.

"May I inquire as to why one of the Four is in the area?" The blood king in hiding asked.

"Family matters," was the slight reply.

Trick's brow creased, "I was unaware one of the other Riders was in Toronto."

The robed figure gave an exasperated sigh and sat on a barstool, which groaned slightly at his weight. Pointing to one of Trick's best bottles in request for a drink. Trick grabbed it and poured two liberal glasses before passing one to the robed man.

The Robed man raised his glass at the blood king and said, "To our families growing ever larger."

Trick stopped mid-sip at the toast, putting the drink on the counter while his companion drained his glass under the dark of his hood. The short Fae asked, "You do not mean?"

"Yes," the hooded man said as he slipped said hood off, revealing the white mask of the Kinslayer, "It appears that Death can create life, I am here to meet my daughter."

Trick gulped, but nodded to the creature that was at least ten times his elder.