[b][Kresnik][/b]
Kresnik's eyes drifted to the woman who bounded her way back to the bar. She had performed a great taboo, and he found himself enjoying her naivety and bravado. Ganti had asked them a simple question and a gleam appeared in his eyes. However, he would wait a few moments before responding, knowing how the elf would react. It was not unusual for a drunk, or pseudo-drunk in place of Locien, to get heavily upset when their drink had been taken away. Predictably, Locien went on a tirade. However, what Kresnik did not expect, was the elf's own inner dark personality. [i]This is getting a little interesting.[/i] He thought, taking a final draught from his glass. With little to no concern for the glass, Kresnik threw the glass off to the side in response to the elf's grip. Thinking better of it, the elf removed himself from the dhampir and Kresnik kept his hard eyes on Locien. Locien, with a quick word, bolted for the door, knowing the urgency of their trek.

Kresnik then turned to Ganti with dark, serious eyes after the elf was far out the door, measuring her. "You're cordially invited to join us if you like. An extra set of hands would be welcomed," the dhampir told her, turning away. "Or, if you like, you can have my meal. It was only for show, after all," the Hunter shrugged, walking away and following the elf's path.
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Kresnik found himself in an interesting market place, full of people and impossibly noisy. They performed sign-language the likes he'd never seen and his mood became darker. He knew of ways to quiet the masses, lethally and non-lethally depending, but he thought better of the thought. Pushing his way through the horde, Kresnik thought about the tools he would need. In one of his many pouches, he possessed all the needs for on-the-road potion making. His supply of potions would dwindle fast if he did not gather the ingredients necessary to make more. Reaching into the folds of his coat, he pulled out a small list and handed it to the elf, whom he barely heard above the din of folk around them; surprising, due to his above-human hearing.

In the air, he drew glyphs made of raw magical energy, violet-and-green flame spelling out a message. However, the shape of the glyphs did not become coherent until, with a wave of his hand, the flames vanished and Kresnik poked the elf's head, where a message would be implanted:

[i]White roses, nightshade, wolfsbane, sawdust from an ash tree, silver nitrate, holy water, and dead man's blood. The list possesses the required amount of each of these ingredients. I would like for you to buy these in bulk. In the meantime, I'll search for other equipment. We'll meet back at the Old Boar's Inn. In the mean time, please gather a little more information.[/i]

Kresnik turned and began his own voyage through the crowd, seeking the darkest part of the market, into the invisible world where the most illegal and taboo are prized as signs of wealth. The black market awaited Kresnik and he steeled himself for whatever was going to happen.
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[b][Nihil][/b]
Nihil found himself intrigued by the lifeforms below, curious about what they did day-to-day and why they bothered to live such a bothersome existence. Nevertheless, he looked away and thus onward to what lay ahead: the Spiral. However, he felt a surge of power and darkness, the sun fast fading and color darkening. Intrigued, and not wanting to be outshone in power, Nihil began his descent. What he saw was a woman, in the appearance of a witch, and he did not quite found her to be interesting after that point.

[i]Only a witch... We had hoped the source of the power belonged to something far more challenging,[/i] the Malefane lamented. Nevertheless, he allowed himself to descend until he was five feet away from her, standing before her with arms crossed. "It would seem you possess much power," Nihil purred, his voice melodic and it rang through the mask he wore with an audible metallic din. "Perhaps you could assist Us?"