The Golden Age

[Angder]

Grunan passes Maxwell a jagged knife, it looks like something an evil priest would use.

[Grovygrunge]

Maxwell took the jagged knife. "Looks archaic. How appropriate." He nicked his index finger with the knife. A dollop of blood appeared on the finger and then started to slowly raise into the air before suddenly flying into the door and spattering against it. "Now imagine stuff like that but on a bigger scale and you have the general idea of what I can do."

[Angder]

Grunan watches with interest. "Blood... Necromancy?"

[Grovygrunge]

"Necromancy? No. I don't specialise in raising the dead. I do plan to...dabble a little in the future perhaps in the pursuit of knowledge but besides that it doesn't grab my interest for some reason."

[The Past]

Geoffrey blinked in surprise as his back was pat, but had a grin on his face.
"Y-you too,"
Setcho picked up his spirits somewhat, and he really needed that.

[Setcho]

-setcho

*hiccuped*

i better hit they hay, i hope to see you around

*walking towards a door way as the tavern started to empty*

[Angder]

"Funny. Its why I came here. I am glad you do not shun such things though."

[Grovygrunge]

"Such things are to be expected when people start to meddle with magic. Where I come from certain things are taboo. That is one of them, but I don't let such things restrict the way I think about the world or what I may do in the future." Maxwell glanced at the small blood spatter on the door. "That may not come off, let's not mention how it got there to the innkeeper.

[Angder]

Grunan moves over, he waves his hand and the blood starts to come off. "I can clean it myself."

[Grovygrunge]

Maxwell smiled widely. "Well then, guess there's nothing to worry about after all is there. Anyway, I am exhausted and must call it a night. Perhaps we could talk more in the morning if we see each other?"

[The Past]

Geoffrey felt more exposed as the tavern customers dwindled, and he sat huddled against the wall, continuing sipping his drink, grimacing as the bitter liquid flowed down into his empty belly. Knowing he wouldn't be able to handle it well, he figured it would be a good idea to find a safe place to rest for the night, preferably away from eyesight. He would rent a room if he had the coin.

[Angder]

Grunan nods. "we will talk tomorrow" He gestures for Maxwell to leave, then goes to bed.

[Setcho]

-setcho

*passed Grunan and maxwell*

evening gents

*going to his room*

[Farewell]

Zaida's claw in the one swirled around making the dark red wine swirl. The hybrid rested her head down on the table her eyes closed breathing lightly and watched as her drinker turned darker.

[Grovygrunge]

Maxwell closed the door as he stepped away. "Evening, sir." He headed to his room and flopped into the bed.