"Yeah! Take that, Crimson Fang! And don't come back!" The doorman yelled, throwing the man's bag he was yelling at the man. Reverse Towers- it had no towers, and there was nothing reverse about it. It was but a humble inn, next to a quiet road in the heart of a forest. A place where creatures of all could stay. Well, that's what the sign said. The man picked up his bag and walked away, mumbling to himself. The doorman went back inside and crossed out the name of the man off his list. "Stupid hunters. Not like we hurt anyone.... The doorman's name was Keoul. The he looked normal, but he was really an Imprisoned- a person who had been sealed in a magical way to change his race and give him special powers when he was freed. All Imprisoned wore a mask. His was a cartoonish skull, that he wore in such a way as to only cover his left eye. He was dressed in a green uniform with green pants and shoes to match. He would always open the doors for guests, some humans who live in harmony with magical beings, and some magical beings themselves. Other than that, he sat a desk writing things on a cluttered desk.