After helping the chaser of Fernidad or whatever the place was called, Malachai was now strolling through the streets of Orchidia, watching as all the people rushed to and from various places as if they all had something important to do. He was well aware that yesterday demons had plagued the town of Orchidia. Perhaps that was why people were rushing and herring to get wherever they needed to go. The Phantom, however, was enjoying his stroll through the town. Earlier he had spoke to a man that would need his help. Apparently the cashier from before had told this man that Malachai was capable of helping him with whatever he needed done so that was where he was going, to the next human being who needed a favor from him. All Malachai wanted was jewels so as long as the pay was good he would have no problem helping anyone really- good or bad. Though there was an extent to what he'd do for money. For example, he would't stoop so low as to kill an innocent kid for jewels, or rob an old lady's medicine. Those weren't honorable things and were activities that other members of his guild would probably have partaken in, not him. Chai was on his way to a bar who was owned by the man named Mitya. He didn't remember the exact name of the bar but he did remember what street it was on and so he walked, quickening his pace to get there a little quicker.
Soon enough the man of Phantom Lord reached the bar where he was to see Mitya. The place was a normal building. It was a brownish color on the outside with an obvious sign that literally read "Mitya's Bar". All in all the place looked kind of boring so it was no surprise that when Chai entered there had been nobody inside besides the owner himself of course. With a light smile on his face, the brown skinned man waved towards the owner as he approached him, immediately introducing himself as Malachai; the man who helped the cashier with his little problem. Mitya was indeed happy to see Malachai and wasted no time in telling him what he needed done. Apparently the bar across the street was his competitor and they were always active. Turning his head to look outside of the window, the Desiertian could understand why. The bar across the street was a typical stone building but what made it different was the graffiti print all over it. It was actually very hip looking and besides that it was about two stories high. What Malachai needed to do was cause the people in their to leave and go to Mitywa's bar so that he could have an active place. Fair enough, this task would be all too easy as the Stellan had already conjured an idea as to how he would go about this. Nodding to Mitya he quickly made his way out of his bar and walked across the street to the other bar.