by Mack 23rd November 2018, 5:47 pm
Mack was seated, silently, in his booth in the back corner of the pub. Idly, the white haired mage sipped his dark, stout beer from beneath the anonymous confines and protection of the deep white hood of his robes. As he drank from the tall, frosty mug of beer the young man considered his various options. In terms of dealing with the taint of his Venom Demon Slayer magic, taught to him by a demon no less, he was increasingly coming to think that he had come as far as it was possible to come in transforming that power from what it was into more constructive healing magic. Over the past three years the great libraries had been scoured, or at least he had been all through the ones that he could readily access as a Wizard with no guild.
That left the three codices: the Codex Hospitalariae, Codex Teutonicus, and the Codex Templarum. Ancient tomes of, it was said, sacred knowledge. The original copies of which were long since lost to the sands and passages of time, and the modern copies of which were all imperfect. The only problem was trying to track down where each of the original copies of those codices were, each had disappeared so very long ago that no one knew where any of the three of them might be found at this point. Well, someone knew where one of them might be... and they had provided a single tidbit of information that might, or might not, wind up being a wild goose chase.
No doubt tracking down each of them would be the work of many years, if not an entire lifetime. If, indeed, they could even be found. Most scholars tended to think that the three texts were nothing more fairy tales and Children's stories, something with with the young could be amused and about which they could enter into a state of wonder and imagination. Those same serious scholars tended towards the opinion that such texts did not actually exist and that, if they had, then it was most probable that they had been destroyed as nothing of that value was likely to have simply been lost or forgotten.
But still, what if they were real?
What if they could purge the taint of his demonic education at the hands of the Lady Soonria?
These thoughts, and others, tumbled about inside the white haired head of the healer. He was so lost in thought that he completely failed to notice that Luna was watching him from the opposite back corner of the bar. He would have continued quietly sipping his drink and remaining largely unaware of his surroundings.
But, when a curvy barmaid slides a new drink across the table while the old tankard is still half full... well, most anyone will notice that.
Especially when they had not ordered a second drink.
Even more especially when, included with the drink, was the message that it had been sent by a woman. Typically, that was a man move and, typically, it involved trying to get into the woman's good graces, and parts beyond. "Power play," the healer muttered, turning his head slightly to the side so he could take a look at the woman that was supposed to have sent him the drink.
The fox ears were a nice touch, and she was fairly easy on the eyes. Especially by the normal standards for the patrons that were in the Soul Bar, or at least the ones that had been present during previous visits to the establishment. For some reason, she was staring at him. Rather unabashedly at that, almost as if she did not quite realize what she was doing. Or, maybe she did and she simply did not care.
Taking the full mug in his free hand, the white robed mage lifted the glass in the direction of the woman sitting in the corner opposite from his own. It was meant as an acknowledgement of the drink that had been received as well as a polite thank you. Mack might have been more concerned about the gesture if he had recognized the woman, but he had never seen her before and he was pretty sure he would have remembered if he had ever come across someone with fox ears in the past, that was a fairly noticeable and distinguishing trait, after all.
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