[center][h3][u]Northern Marrenfall, Gybol's Cafe[/u]
[sub]4th of Summer - 11:04 AM[/sub][/h3][/center]

	Gybol's answer was [i]completely unsatisfying.[/i] But the old guy expected as much. [i]"I'm too old for this,"[/i] He grunted, "But rest assured that I have no intention of ratting you out. The last thing I need are Marrenfall's [b]OMAS[/b] goons running around the Suburbs like a pack of hungry dogs. Those [i]idiots[/i] are..." He paused tapped his spoon against the edge of the bowl quietly, losing focus for a moment. He'd forgotten why he'd even come to the Suburbs for a split second, almost going totally comatose in his chair before shaking the dark feeling off. He'd just spoken negatively of Marrenfall's [b]Organization of Magical Artifacts and Science without a second thought.[/b] A lot of citizens would avoid him for holding such a negative opinion like that. The organization was one of, if not the largest force keeping the Suburbs magic-free, and [i]safe.[/i] Not many would take kindly to someone referring to them as [i]idiots. 

	[/i]"I apologize for my tone." He reached for his hand and placed in on the table, revealing his balding cranium. "Mister [i]Gybol[/i]," He lowered his hand, picked up his copy of Gybol's pendant, and lifted it. "What you are wearing is either a [i]magical artifact[/i], or a very [i]astute[/i] replica... Most wouldn't be able to tell the difference at a first glance. The garnet typically has a sparkle to it, something I've an eye for after staring at the same jewel every day for the past twenty two years. It's a sparkle that your pendant lacks. If I didn't know any better, I would believe you were telling the truth... But I'm inclined to think otherwise when I look at [i]this[/i] jewel." He rotated the pendant and nodded. "This jewel is most certainly enchanted. The garnet usually glimmers eternally, as long as it's supplied with mana regularly. But since I've sat down, I've noticed two things." He put the pendant back on the table, and picked up the small dark orb from his tray once more. "Not only have my artifacts ceased function, but no matter how much I urge my nodes to act, [i]I cannot make that girl faint.[/i]" He glared at Gybol intensely with his one good eye and moved the small jewel to one side. "Mister Gybol, I am an old man without access to his magic. I am in no position to threaten you or your young employee, nor do I have any desire to do so. Whatever [i]magic[/i] that this establishment is enacting to dampen my abilities and tools is none of my concern. But if that amulet is indeed a pair to my own, then I must insist you share with me the details of how it came to be in your possession." The man eyed the back room, making sure to keep his voice low enough so that Nina was none the wiser. It was a success. That stupid girl was already face-deep in the leftovers that Gybol had provided. The old man put his trinkets away slowly after he finished speaking, and sighed deeply.