// night dude

The smell of sulfur filling the air around them, and going hazy. Maurices eyes flicking to black his pupils turning square and yellow with a single bead of black in the center. "On you, Cass."

the bond." He figured all the necromancers and Krouziej were having to do this. "Bet you noticed your mark fadin' yeah well turns out all that time and distance'll do that to ya." Careful now the next part wasn't exactly a pleasant experience considering how much Cass hated his rip," --

He let out a long sigh and knocked another one back, "I'm not tryin to get all gushie right now Cass. He's fine. I know he is." He better be something was gonna die if he wasn't. "Down to business though." He rolled up both of his sleeves and offered his outstretched hand to Cassian. "Gotta reup--

neat." His hand was heavy on the pour and pushed it to Cass. Maurice then pulled out a black vial something that had become common place in Krouhaven. A soul flask. He poured it into his drink before he started to sip.