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Rohan accepted the coffee from Alfonse with just a grateful nod, intrigued by where this coffee had some from. He might not have been a hedonist like a few others gathered here tonight, but he did enjoy a few comforts of his own. Then he elaborated on his story a bit more for the rather [i]big[/i] looking woman with the moth accompanying her.

He'd seen stranger before.

[color=298e25]"That's right. A small box made [i]just right[/i] for something immaterial. Different for each case, usually, but once they're stuck inside, it's tough to get them out. For him-"[/color] He tilted his head in Root's direction. [color=298e25]"It just had to be temporary. They're like bear traps for ghosts and wraiths and all the other things you can't swing a spear at. When I had the chance, I unbound him and put him in a wooden statue of an owl. That way, he could always move and fly. He's as close to alive now as he'll ever get. He decided to stick with me after."[/color]

Root ruffled his wooden wings. He wasn't very talkative... Conjuring up ancestors sounded interesting. Was she some sort of necromancer? A summoner of other things, perhaps? [I]Descendents[/i] implied something else altogether, and Rohan figured they weren't going to be talking about that with the way drugs came out. Not that he was surprised. Rohan brought the cup to his mouth and took a long, slow sip. It was [i]rich.[/i] Smooth as river stones, warm like a fireplace. A grin spread over his face. [color=298e25]"Great as always, Alfonse."[/color]

He glanced down the bar and saw a bowl of candies. Callaghan getting busy with the other patrons that quick wasn't a surprise to him. That mandragon would fuck furniture and the walls if they had a pulse. Rohan wasn't much for the sort of indulgences that altered the mind. [i]That[/i] little display with Finley and Barty was why.

[color=298e25]"Green. Be careful with those, whatever they are. I keep a magic stick around just for things like that."[/color] He tapped his fingers against the Mountain Scepter. Far be it from him to begrudge someone their vices when he was drinking the fanciest coffee on God's green earth right now.