“There are certain drugs that can alter a person’s behaviour“, the Mortalborn spoke. He had no problem discussing such questionable matters. The tone of his voice remained calm and cool. “But the surest way to achieve the desired results would be to use the blood of an empath and make a potion with it. Of course handling domain magic reagents is risky – I have yet to work with them myself - and finding a mage who donates their blood willingly can be something of a challenge.” He looked at Woe intently as he said that, although he didn’t really care if the man decided to slaughter mages left and right and made them bleed as long as he didn’t use to resulting potions to hurt him.
He didn’t reply immediately as Woe asked him if he had any specific questions about his worldview. His entire attention was focused on the memory he was seeing. He furrowed his brow in confusion as he heard the master speak of failure. Did that mean that Woe was not a servant of Labrae after all, but had wanted to serve her and failed some sort of important test? He rubbed his forehead – he could feel the beginnings of a headache, one of the side effects of searching somebody’s mind - as he thought about it.
He knew what he wanted to ask Woe now though. He took a sip from his drink, hoping that it would make some of that unpleasant feeling inside of his head go away, before he remarked, “You said you were a house slave, Woe. What kind of man was your master?” Perhaps that was the final piece of the puzzle. He still wasn’t sure how devoted Woe was to Labrae, but his master had almost certainly served her as well as her mother. “I’d like to hear more about what kind of influence he had on you – only if you don’t mind of course. I realize that my questions are somewhat intrusive, but I have had few opportunities to talk to a man like you so far”, he continued, a small lie.
It was just then that Mikhael approached their table. The Mortalborn raised his gaze and studied him. That coy smile of his coupled with the flirtatious tone of his voice and his looks made him wonder exactly what kind of job he had.
He hesitated for a moment before he nodded at him and gestured for him to take one of the empty chairs. “If you do not mind a conversation about alchemy and philosophy, feel free to join us”, he spoke.
Truth to be told, he’d rather have had a private conversation with Woe – he had never been particularly interested in pointless socialization - but he didn’t know how he could refuse Mikhael without making himself look suspicious or rude, both of which would be counter-productive, given the current situation. Besides, there was something about the young man that puzzled him slightly.
He didn’t reply immediately as Woe asked him if he had any specific questions about his worldview. His entire attention was focused on the memory he was seeing. He furrowed his brow in confusion as he heard the master speak of failure. Did that mean that Woe was not a servant of Labrae after all, but had wanted to serve her and failed some sort of important test? He rubbed his forehead – he could feel the beginnings of a headache, one of the side effects of searching somebody’s mind - as he thought about it.
He knew what he wanted to ask Woe now though. He took a sip from his drink, hoping that it would make some of that unpleasant feeling inside of his head go away, before he remarked, “You said you were a house slave, Woe. What kind of man was your master?” Perhaps that was the final piece of the puzzle. He still wasn’t sure how devoted Woe was to Labrae, but his master had almost certainly served her as well as her mother. “I’d like to hear more about what kind of influence he had on you – only if you don’t mind of course. I realize that my questions are somewhat intrusive, but I have had few opportunities to talk to a man like you so far”, he continued, a small lie.
It was just then that Mikhael approached their table. The Mortalborn raised his gaze and studied him. That coy smile of his coupled with the flirtatious tone of his voice and his looks made him wonder exactly what kind of job he had.
He hesitated for a moment before he nodded at him and gestured for him to take one of the empty chairs. “If you do not mind a conversation about alchemy and philosophy, feel free to join us”, he spoke.
Truth to be told, he’d rather have had a private conversation with Woe – he had never been particularly interested in pointless socialization - but he didn’t know how he could refuse Mikhael without making himself look suspicious or rude, both of which would be counter-productive, given the current situation. Besides, there was something about the young man that puzzled him slightly.
