Nathan Tchanlach, human sorcerer 4
The doors of the inn open to admit a mussed-but-not-so-you'd-mind young man in dark crimsons and chacoals. He looks around the room as if returning to a welcome haunt, then catches sight of the long-toothed demon hanging from the rafters.
"What the hoary hells?" he says with a start. He holds his hand palm forward, saying, "He's all yours!" Several small glowing motes spin in front of the young man's palm, then fade out again.
Nonplussed, the newcomer holds his palm horizontal and seems to speak to the air above it.
"What do you mean 'he's not as bad as he looks?' Have you seen those teeth?" A brief pause, then the man waves his hand dismissively. "I'm never going to understand you, am I?"
Now a laugh. "If the plan's so far beyond my ken, why do you have to keep jabbering to me about it?"
"Thought that might quiet you up," he finishes smugly. Looking about, he seems to realize he's drawn some attention.
"Sorry about that, folks. I just got done at a pesh-dealing brothel, and while I partook in neither drugs nor flesh, the whole affair's got my head a bit muddled.
"Nathan Tchanlach, trouble maker and occasional problem solver."
Nathan moves to the bar to order a drink, smiling sheepishly to the demonic eidolon. "Sorry about the, um, misunderstanding, eh?" he says.
The doors of the inn open to admit a mussed-but-not-so-you'd-mind young man in dark crimsons and chacoals. He looks around the room as if returning to a welcome haunt, then catches sight of the long-toothed demon hanging from the rafters.
"What the hoary hells?" he says with a start. He holds his hand palm forward, saying, "He's all yours!" Several small glowing motes spin in front of the young man's palm, then fade out again.
Nonplussed, the newcomer holds his palm horizontal and seems to speak to the air above it.
"What do you mean 'he's not as bad as he looks?' Have you seen those teeth?" A brief pause, then the man waves his hand dismissively. "I'm never going to understand you, am I?"
Now a laugh. "If the plan's so far beyond my ken, why do you have to keep jabbering to me about it?"
"Thought that might quiet you up," he finishes smugly. Looking about, he seems to realize he's drawn some attention.
"Sorry about that, folks. I just got done at a pesh-dealing brothel, and while I partook in neither drugs nor flesh, the whole affair's got my head a bit muddled.
"Nathan Tchanlach, trouble maker and occasional problem solver."
Nathan moves to the bar to order a drink, smiling sheepishly to the demonic eidolon. "Sorry about the, um, misunderstanding, eh?" he says.