"What you're about to try and pull off is going to be a bit difficult," spoke the bartender to Dave.
Dave became a bit perplexed. He hadn't said a single word, apart from ordering a drink, so he didn't understand how the bartender might possibly know what Dave was going to be doing soon. Before he could inquire, the bartender changed shape, from a grisly looking old man, to a teenager with a Mohawk and an electric guitar strapped to his back.
Dave gave him a wry smile. Was the Undeath God so bored as to come to serve drinks for others?
"When was the stuff I ever did for you not difficult?" he retorted.
"What you're doing right now it's not for me, it's for the Legion," the teenage looking God argued. "I haven't come to stop you nor advise you. Besides, the Legion is also a part of me, so naturally, I wish to see their success. So, I've come to warn you, that attacking the temples of the Ash King will be the same as declaring war against Asmodeus. He won't like it."
