Chance stood across the street from the Castle pub, a small, insignificant building situated on the corner of a bland, residential street. It looked as uninviting as it intended, suitably dowdy and run down. He crossed the street and noticed that the windows were dark, a little too dark. Once he got closer, he saw that it was because the curtains were drawn. Not one window was he able to see through as he walked past. This human obviously avoided any possibility of prying eyes, which put his senses more on edge. He approached the entrance, where two men stood, as if on guard, reminding him of two chess knights, all dressed in black, but bearing huge cigars, not shields.
Chance casually strolled over, waiting for them to make their move, but instead, they only silently eyed him as he brushed past, straight through the pub's double doors.