Griffin wasn’t entirely excited that he’d been brought to work the party, having thought he’d been left to himself when the first round of slaves were taken. Yet they’d apparently needed more, and here he was, dressed in a very casual Batman costume serving food and doing as he was told. He wasn’t all that focused on interacting with anyone, just doing his job and getting back to his cell. Thankfully the mask hid the upper half of his face, so he had some mystery to hide behind. Seeing someone motion nearby, the witch moved closer. “Something I can get for you?”
















