"Yep, right here..." Wensley reached into his brest pocket, pulling out a neatly folded sheet of bright yellow paper. "Um. Mr. Crowley and that blond fellow, the one who smokes- Mr. Constantine, that's his name- are going together. I'm not quite sure as what, but they're definitely dressing up. Then there's this one blonde lady, she's quite new here. You wouldn't happen to know her, would you? I think she might be going as Joan of Arc. And the barkeeper, Belial, is going as Cleopatra. He hasn't got anyone going with him, so far as I know." He copied the people Adam had listed onto his sheet.

"Are we missing anyone?"