[b]"Wounded?! I can't-. You!- I just- I can't- but you!-"[/b] Logan continued to stutter, his face turning even paler from the always unwise cocktail of rage, drink, and blood loss. In his mind there was a puzzle, there were no edges, and each piece was individually singed and they were all the same damn black color, and they all helped not at all to explain the logic behind this disastrous two minutes. [b]"It's a damned [i]nose-bleed[/i]! How have you killed enough people to smell of blood? How have you killed people? Do you just stare at them until something unfortunate happens and help them? Then, I don't know, bath in their blood!?"[/b]

As the man left, and Logan's words fell on deaf ears, the dark mage glared at his unwilling roommate, feeling even more light-headed than before, again due to the currently gushing state of his nose. [b]"Shepherds offered a group journey somewhere, and I'd appreciate you coming along if only for your tomes to study, rather than your lovely business partners."[/b]