Atlas noticed Mithias. How thoughtful. The sheer pain had him in agony, and the eye regenerating had been taking up a lot of energy. "It was...purposeful, [i]da[/i]? Needed to kill some undead freakshows. Needed the recipe made by Alistair, was it? Well, it cost about 500 people from Southern Maine. Jackass nephew. Heh", Atlas said, while shifting up. "All I need is liquid iron, if you catch my drift. I'll be good in no time. Well, I hate to crash the party, but I need to get upstairs. Time to make things uncomfortable.". He got up, and walked up to Seph's office, past the partygoers. They hadn't noticed him.

Atlas hadn't bothered to knock. He opened the door, and announced quite loudly,"I need some blood, my man, and quickly", before performing his special act of passing out. It wasn't fatal. Unfortunately.