[u][b]9:43 AM, December 3rd
The Wedge; Hub City[/b][/u]
[@Blackstripe]

"Ma'am." Clayton said the cat, completely unphased by the animal talking to him. Familiars were one of the first things a mage got to learning about when one entered the world of magic, and while many liked to have them about, Clayton himself preferred a normal, non-sapient dog. Buck, his American Bulldog, was smart enough not to talk. The big man stepped politely into the kitchen as he looked around the apartment, though from the look of things it appeared to be nothing but a normal lower-class tenement. He sat in one of the kitchen chairs, which creaked under his weight.

"Creamer and two sugars, please." The necromancer leaned back and looked up at the pair, watching them wearily watching him while he tried to look as peaceful as possible. "Apologies for the unexpected visit. Now as you probably guessed I'm also a magical sort, specifically a student of The Master. Now to spare you the pretenses, I'm here because he's taken notice of you after your heroics out in Germany." He paused for a moment to take his coffee gratefully, smiling as warmly as he could and taking a sip.

"He's impressed with your ability and courage, but...I'm sure you know the saying about absolute power. He wants to know about you, learn your character, if that makes sense."