“Are you well known here, then?” Sarah asked with a tilt of her head. She wouldn’t have thought that her bartender was someone of importance in the city, but as far as she knew, this place was full of surprises.“S..Spirits?” Stammering, the woman cleared her throat and tapped her finger on the counter, “W..what sort of spirits cook?” Vampires, Werewolves, Dragons and spirits that could cook meals. Deeper we go down the rabbit-hole.
“I…guess? I’m always in the middle of stuff when it hits the fan. I’m neutral in the rest of the going on’s here in Millen.” As neutral as one could get when defending the home of one mob from another mob a few months ago. “There are a couple other big names here. A Jim Moriarty that hangs around from time to time. Lady named Skara Devang helps keep things running smooth around the city too. Other than that, the big guy around here is the head of the Mortus Familia.”
“Just some spirits I know how to summon. Nothing dangerous.” He gave her an assuring smile.
The last thing that Sarah wanted to involve herself were the inner workings of this city. She had come for a visit and never intended to remain for long to know of the politics, scandal and mysteries that this city held. However, who was not to say that she was not interested and curious in the slightest.
“Jim Moriarty, Skara Devang.. the Mortus Familia.” The words were spoken in whispers to herself whilst idle hands took life and turned the clutch around in them. Would she remember the names? Probably not, for her mind was filled already with many questions that she dared not ask. Not yet.
“You can summon them?” All of a sudden, both hands came to the counter and she leaned toward him. Intrigue was written across her features whilst depths of viridian widened. Why was she so interested in the fact that he can call them forth? She caught herself and regained her lost composure, “May.. May I see them?”
