[center][color=71BC78][h2]Renatus Gadow[/h2][/color][/center]

Renatus did his best to ignore the garishly colored golden car, despite how...offensively flamboyant it was to the eyes. So much so that it almost seemed to be ruining the mood. Naturally wanting to avoid that, Renatus cleared his throat and positioned himself away from the car...mostly so Alistair wouldn't see it when looking at him. Regardless of terrible paint jobs, the green-haired boy would lean against a nearby concrete pillar and think for a moment on Alistair's question of honesty...seeming to actually be questioning himself on that. Humming to himself for a moment, his eyes seemed to lose a bit of luster before saying: [color=71BC78][b]"If we're quantifying it...maybe 10% of what I have told you and what you know of me is the truth. But...I'm also certain that your own honesty isn't at 100. After all...those runes are far more than the scribbles of an overly active imagination inspired by a book, and I've no intention of really asking you to stop making them,"[/b][/color] having almost entirely dropped the over-friendly underclassmen front that he'd been putting up. In spite of the loss of over friendliness, he wasn't especially crass or rude to Alistair...in fact, he almost seemed to be complimenting the runes by saying they were far more than just scribbles. 

But there was a certain desperation in his voice when he next said: [color=71BC78][b]"Please...the rumors of the supernatural occurrences around campus...the club that supposedly resides in a haunted room...All of these are things I need confirmed. Especially from one in-touch with...that side of reality."[/b][/color] Whoever Gadow really was, he knew far too much about the real side of things. His tone was almost pleading, the lost luster in his eyes replaced by the kind of deep hope that a child looking at a terminally ill parent has. This information was...priceless to him. Not the base rumors from the common rabble of high school students full of embellishments from games of Telephone, but the truth only visible to those on the spectrum of Sorcery and Supernaturalism. [color=71BC78][b]"I can compensate you for the information...however, I'm not especially wealthy...please, tell me what you know and what it will take for you to tell me. Who...is the King in this game of chess?"[/b][/color] At this point...Renatus was bowing. Begging, even, prostrating himself before Alistair.