[h1][color=goldenrod]Thomas Marborough[/color][/h1]
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[indent][b][i]November 18, 8:59 PM
West Commons, The Pale Horse[/i][/b][/indent]
[color=goldenrod]“Well it’s… definitely safer.”[/color] Thomas replied half-heartedly, [color=goldenrod]“Instead of being out there. Vulnerable to the elements. I don’t know how my father does it.”[/color]

The animate mushroom returned with the new beers. He set them aside and Coltrane happily began drinking his, as well as Marcello. It was an obscure thought, but Thomas had no idea if alcohol was even appropriate for a fungus to drink. Especially given Marcello’s continued contribution to Coltrane’s experiments, but… oh forget it, he dropped the whole thing right quick.

Thomas pushed aside his own drink, though. He didn’t want to seem ungrateful but, he hadn’t really acquired the taste for the stuff yet.

[color=goldenrod]“How’s your work coming along?”[/color] He asked, moving along the conversation.

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[h1][color=slategray]Kantus[/color], [color=crimson]Dane Parish[/color], and [color=plum]Lillian Gerald[/color][/h1]
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[indent][b][i]November 19, 1:39 AM
West Commons, Kantus' Clinic[/i][/b][/indent]
Dane passed his gaze over Lillian for a brief moment before he blurted out, [color=crimson]"The [i]fuck[/i] is that thing on about?"[/color]

Kantus pressed the needle against the man's skin, drawing some blood out of him. He kept it up as he spoke. [color=slategray]"None of that is important. Answer my questions."[/color]

[color=crimson]"I… am not, telling you SHIT, you FUCKING BIRRRRRAAAAGGGHHH-"[/color]

The needle went a little deeper.

Kantus removed it and, like before, the wound closed up. Whatever was coating the needle was making sure the man would be well sustained. To keep him going for the long run. To eventually spill everything. The Lord of Owls paused for a moment, watching Dane pant. Then he fixated his eyes on the needle, again only for a moment, before he spoke again.

[color=slategray]"You speak with him for now."[/color] Kantus said to Lillian, tossing away the needle and heading towards the door. [color=slategray]"I must check on the status of the conflict. I will return shortly."[/color]

He left, and then it was just the man and the fairy.