TotallyNotEvilLand wrote:Barboneia wrote:Desmond's face turns bright red, and he runs off to the nearest bathroom.
"Ech..." The Poste Gentleman went over to the bar counter. He looked at Lao. "Hey, barkeep, I need a beer. Or two. Or five."
Carmel's reflection appears in the mirror, with her usual smarmy expression. "You know, the Iracusians are pretty chill with that sort of thing."
Lao looks up from his book, and closes it, using a feather as a bookmark. "Sure. Same thing as last time, I'm guessing?"
He stared into the wash basin, before looking up at the mirror. "Oh... Well... Mr. Tzu isn't Iracusian, is he?"
"No, I want the concentrated blood of the damned mixed with ground fairy wings." He says this with a completely serious tone of voice.