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I can only see this ending with the inn on fire.
The nuzzle against his hand had come as a pleasant surprise to Logan, and then the purr had seemingly confirmed this woman's relationship to cats. The dark mage's small exclamation of happiness was barely noticeable as a rushed whisper of "Kitty!". He continued until she pushed her head into his palm, registering that she was going to answer his previous inquiry about the drink. He nodded and gestured to the innkeeper for more(Logan received a dirty look and a nod for his troubles), and turned back to Lumara in time to see her put her hand to her mouth, and voice her comments on dark mages. Logan's comment back was simply. "I've been told a lot of things about that too. I wonder why?"

The dark-haired man seriously considered her next question, thinking back to long before he was free, where he first learned the arts of elder magic. Pleasure wasn't supposed to be the goal, but he'd found that many of the Grimleal had found comfort in the flesh of others in the dark halls of the decaying temple. Glassy-eyed, he listened to the Wyvern Lord's next few comments, before snapping back to reality as she leaned in close to his ear. He paused, absorbing the information in silence for a time, before lifting the woman carefully of his shoulders and staring directly into the green eyes with his own unblinking dark ones. "...My name is Logan, of Plegia. To your second inquiry, I don't believe I've 'had a woman', as you say, but I have more than some knowledge of the subject." The nearly black eyes narrowed as it was Logan's tun to lean in close, and whisper what seemed to be a challenge in the woman's ear. "I'm fairly certain you don't want the sort of excitement I'll bring." He pulled back in time to grab the tankards that the innkeeper brought over, smiling at the man as he placed the two drinks down on the table next to him.
Heh. Hasn't anyone ever let Lumara know to be careful what she wishes for?
Done and done. He's actually quite confused.
Logan was having, while not the best morning ever of all time, at least it was a decent, pleasant morning. An hour before, he had quietly left the room he had 'borrowed' from the mage(Logan slept in the corner, it was comfortable enough), and had wandered down to the main floor. Not fifteen minutes into his study of the Thoron tome before he was approached by a slightly tipsy and attractive young woman wanting to know what he was doing. Despite the hated questions, he accepted, as the woman brought at least some nutrition in the form of drink. Another thirty minutes had past before she was sitting on his lap, and he was telling her in detail about various things, the current one being about alcohol, more specially how he could tell how the inns ale was made from the taste.

The dark mage took a sip, gave a look of concentration, then looked at Lumara and voiced his findings. "Bitter. Water and grain... I believe that ale is also fermented with yeast. However, unlike beer it does not have hops in it. This allows for a different tastes depending on what one does." He concentrated momentarily, as if adjusting his thoughts against the drink he'd been having. It was definitely a new experience this early in the morning. However, in the drunken haze, Logan figured out what Lumara was reminding him of. A cat. He reached up and rubbed the wyvern lord's head, before continuing with: "...Another drink? You appear to have finished yours."
Oh... dear. This will be glorious.
All of a sudden I think I know who Lumara is rubbing up against.
Now the question remains of how Laius, and by proxy Logan and Kalar, are gonna get hooked onto the Shepards.
I think that's that, unless Asura has a response he wants to post. Is it possible for me to know what the current supports are?
Logan ran over the information in his head. This man had good sense, and good sense was always a scarce rarity. Perhaps it would be beneficial to stick with this one a while, at least till he found out all that this other mage possessed. The suggestion to join the army seemed a little off, but it was something to file away for a rainy day. "War is brewing, although it seems more of an extermination if the slaughter of the Shepherds are anything to go by. I'd like to have met them before they all disappeared. A pity." His mind drifted slightly to the promised land of glowing tomes and power. It seemed almost legendarily unreachable.

In the midst of Logan's musings, the other man pulled out the most brilliant yellow tome that Logan had laid eyes on before. "That must be a... Thoron tome, correct? Interesting, interesting! How wonderful!" The dark mage reached into his own coat, first dropping the nearly spent Dying Blaze tome, its distinctive smell and strangely warm aura drawing the senses even more than its deep red color. He rummaged around a bit more, before his smile expanded once more into a grin, his eyes twinkling and his voice excited. "Not just any dark tome, my new found friend, I have something truly rare and interesting. It is..." Logan's hands moved quickly as he drew out the Mire tome in nearly pristine condition, the black on purple cover seeming to devour the light around it. "A Mire tome. An avid application of the dark arts, I've not seen a spell like it in today's day and age." He glanced at Laius, and his grin again faded to a more kindly and less terrifying state. "I would like to study this for a time, so perhaps we shall be companions on the road for a while. I am Logan, a Plegian mage and student of elder magic. It is a pleasure to meet you, mage."
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