[b][Nihil][/b]
As Nihil arrived upon the mysteriously flat planet, materializing within a thicket of alien plants. The Dearmadta, curious, touched a nearby stalk, only to see it bend. "Interesting..." the Malefane mused, sending a powerful kick to the very stalk he had gently touched. The stalk, this time, did not bend and took the full force of his kick. "Ah... how quaint." Nihil remarked, turning his attention now to his surroundings. The thicket of alien plants stole his very vision and sense of direction, but he remedied such a conundrum with ease. Slamming his hands together and forming unique seals, murmuring runes under his breath as he did so, Nihil called forth the forces of nature. The wind stirred violently as it rushed to Nihil's aid, swirling around him as a vortex of raw, untamed power and madness! Once conscious of the elementals deep within, the Dearmadta pulled them into the gale's eye, drawing the elementals into himself.

The recital ended as swiftly as it began, the vortex of wind vanishing with only stagnation residing. Nihil was a powerful sorcerer, so much so in the fields of aeromancy and geomancy that even the elementals would die for his cause; even if it were for a trivial need such as flight. Not that his spellcasting relies on elementals, but they always had acted as a source of power... power that he would not have to spend from his own reserves.

Imbued with the lifeforce from the sacrifices, Nihil levitated his way upward, towards to the opening beyond the canopies. It did not take him long to reach the openings, to see the great scene before him. The thicket was long and far, yet the rest of the world was interesting as well due to its chessboard appearance. During his survey, Nihil noticed the most daunting phenomenon that any human would ever lay eyes on: a spiral of potential malice. The other directions did not intrigue him as much as the phenomenon did, for which he placed the rest of the planet into a secondary objective file in his mental file cabinet. "The spiral... it possesses much power. Perhaps a challenge? Or, perhaps, an advancement in Our plans?" The Malefane asked himself, feeling an unusual emotion stirring within his gut. This, too, interested him. Never had he felt so intrigued, so... what was the name of that gut-filled emotion? Whatever it was called, he did not like it. It made him feel... good... good but not in control of himself. Oh, how he loathed the emotion! "We suppose that We must eliminate the source of this feeling. The spiral must be investigated, however..."

Without a second thought, the godling wind-walked towards the spiral, cutting the air before him to allow himself to walk far faster than any normal being, erasing air resistance. It would not take long for Nihil, walking upon nothing and with much speed, to reach his destination.

[b][Kresnik][/b]
Kresnik eyed the girl, a twitch of a smile appearing at the corner of his slender lips. "Where I am from, this is customary. Those of us in the supernatural business do not [i]pretend[/i] to be mysterious. Rather, we must be secretive. Otherwise, any information you can give, the smallest detail, would prove calamitous." Kresnik explained, amusement lacing his otherwise serious words. His gaze went over to the bar, and with a flick of his wrist and a seductive suggestion of his index finger, the bottle of brandy floated toward him. It was a simple spell, something he had learned in the beginning. Elementary magic was only the pretty kind of magic that did little to no harm to anyone, unlike the Schools, which were designed for one's own dark amusement. Ignoring the memories of Baba Yaga and her teaching, of her dark plans and desires for him, Kresnik poured himself another glass. "This world is as uninteresting as my own... to enjoy myself here would be preposterous, m'lady." Kresnik added, mockingly. As if to emphasize his disdain, he took a long sip, a slow sip, of brandy. His palate shouted at him to stop, and he obey. Placing the cup down, he noticed that more people were flooding into the Boar and that there was... yelling... outside the Inn. With a sigh, he placed the information as none of his concern. After all, the person sounded foul mouthed. 

As for the remark about the Sharkman and the Boar, Kresnik ignored it. There was no reason for him to be acquainted with people.

Save one...

The elf appeared and he took another hard sip of the brandy, a reflex born from disdain. He took another sip after hearing the quick remark about him not being a good drinking mate. The dhampir sighed, tapping his finger in impatience as he awaited the food. "Elf, stop fooling around. We have a job that we must do and prepare for. It's not like we can kill the witches unprepared, mate." Kresnik remarked, raising a brow at his clownish companion.