"He had some older boys with him," Hook shrugged. "He'd take whoever he could get, or rather had his shadow go and drag them from their rooms at night against their will."
"You'd be surprised how many fairy tales are true, or have nuggets of truth to them. The Enchanted Forest, Neverland, all magical places that can only be accessed by magic, usually a magic bean. Something this town is sorely lacking."
There really wasn't enough beer for this.
"But last I saw, his shadow was trapped away in a box and Pan was neutralized, hopefully for good, though death never seems to stick these days," he sighed, looking at his table mates.
"Enough about that lout. Crossroad demons? Now that sounds interesting, do tell," he said, flashing a grin at both of them. He would drink Pan away, back into oblivion.