Grift yawns expansively and puts the kettle on. He peers at the latest copy of the Rag and Stone with mild interest.

Soot coms through the door looking distracted. He realises looks around confused for a second or two then notices Grift and heads over.

Hi Grift, where do you want me for this search?

He unloads his bags from his shoulder

"Wotcha Soot. Same old?"
"Where you are will do fine. Anything to declare? Purpose of visit? You pack this bag yourself?"
He sighs and rolls his eyes.
He starts rootling through the bags disinterestedly.

Heh, I have nothing to declare but my Genius, and my modesty. And my bag was packed by my new zombie valet Reginald Shoe.

Actually the place I've just come back from was sealed from the Undead and T'cra for centuries. They didn't know what either was till we turned up. Poor buggers. Still hopefully with time we'll have more allies.

"Blimey, you ought to tell people about all your travels and that."
"Ullo... what's this?"
He peers at a small paper bag of peanuts.
"You bin bringing weapons of mass distruction in again? Heh, at least thats what my missus calls them. Heh, she know s if I bin eatin these."
He chuckles merrily.
"Nah, everything looks alright. Same time next month?"
"You'll have to tell me over a drink about all these strange thing you seen."
"Don't do anything I wouldn't do mate."
He grins and settles down to a session of hot chocolate dunked shortbread.

Yes, we'll have to do that. Before I forget it all.

Oops, don't forget my receipt. It'll only mean us tracking paperwork later.

Soot starts repacking his bags

The portly guard sighs at the prospect of more paperwork.
Grabbing a quill and a parchment, he fills out the chit and passes it, ink still wet, to the demon.

Soot pulls his bags to his shoulder and takes the chit from Grift.

Thanks for that see you soon

Soot leaves the guard house blowing on the the chit to dry it