[i]“The result of spirits and energy.”[/i]

Gin lifted himself from the floor, looming his shadow over the gory scene before and consequentially over the woman that now caressed her former companion. The abysmal eyes of his flashes cloaks of white as he looked to the sides, into the hairs of the forest around him, soaking in something invisible as he took a deep breath [color=brown]"Yes. I can definitely feel anger here but no energy should be making the dead..."[/color] he ponder out loudly and in a tone that dripped with a precarious disappointment but at what and whom was unsure due to his wandering eyes and naturally grim pose [color=brown] "Not dead..." [/color] he forced out the last bit in a belch of bile towards the thought from his heart,


He kept his gaze off into the distance until the young mans voice knocked him out of his thoughts, he started of slurring slightly in a slow manner with his eyes now empty at Jayni in her comfort [color=brown]"Yes. I'm sure your grieving can wait until we found out what eerie power created this calamity"[/color] he said it, without any distinction to what the calamity was; be it the stone, her injury or the prospect of materializing dead nor did he say it with strength. Gin angry state had been washed away, his face was trying to wrinkle his forehead but his eyebrows had been filled with helium into a bewildered look. His voice, croaking wavering bubbles of meekness despite his straight forwardness. 

Gin peered at Pheonix as the creature scurried to comfort the necromancer, nodding a little at her in a quick sprint of decisive defense or at least by the looks of his returning anger some rebound of confidence in manner as he let the air return to his words [color=brown]"Do not worry. It is not filthy. It has a sense of hygiene not seen in animals that visit the slums" [/color] he commented before peeking back up at max and then down at her in a swift manner as if to gauge their reaction at his attempt of kindness before slowly settling on his stoic stance again.


Gin simply stood aside Phoenix as the trio of men ran up to them, looking from his shoulder with a weary set of eyes on their hands more so than their mouths, following them with his head as they scattered into the forest before focusing once more on Phoenix[color=brown] "I am your guide, young one" [/color]Gin put it forward with authority as he peered dead set into his eyes, his own somehow sinking deeper into themselves in the vortex of back in his already darkened glare [color=brown]"Listen to me. You lose nothing from this arrangement. People here glide into the homes of strangers they know nothing off and suckle from the tits of that rock. Draining the energy of this land. We cater to unknown mages who know not of struggle while the slums funnels the sewage of our world and others"[/color] he raises both of his hands as if to grasp something, an invisible neck or maybe even reflexively holding his own heart in a mental image.


One of his bony fingers point up at him like a dagger as he continues his seething rant before siding his eyes to the woman[color=brown] "but" [/color] he interrupts himself with his words losing speed and steam [color=brown]"Perhaps we should cater to this woman. She has been hit with unknown magics, her wounds are healed but she may have unseen side effects" [/color] he spoke concern without sounding concerned, it was hard to tell if it was meant to be mocking or if he simply lacked the ability to sound nice.