[ Silco's single eye narrows, and he looked at Matt with the gaze of someone suspicious. It could be poison, or something intended to kill him. He had heard of the weaknesses of his kind. Garlic, crosses, and the like, and he'd planned accordingly, but what if there was something deep in the tomes, a book that could reveal something new? Or a spell to make it so. He wants to use magic, but Silco is untrusting, and cautious. ]
I can take care of it.
[ He said, shortly. He even started to pull off a glove, to reveal a graying, almost desiccated appearing hand. One that had been lost, and replaced with something that performed just fine, but it certainly didn't look healthy. The stringy gaps in it β it looked in places like his face, patches of skin missing, to reveal corrupted muscle underneath β seemed to shimmer in dim light, as if shimmer ran in its veins. ]
Shimmer can do that, without the nasty little side-effects of the drug we serve downstairs.
[ A tight, sarcastic smile. ] No offense, but spells in my vicinity put me on edge.
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I can take care of it.
[ He said, shortly. He even started to pull off a glove, to reveal a graying, almost desiccated appearing hand. One that had been lost, and replaced with something that performed just fine, but it certainly didn't look healthy. The stringy gaps in it β it looked in places like his face, patches of skin missing, to reveal corrupted muscle underneath β seemed to shimmer in dim light, as if shimmer ran in its veins. ]
Shimmer can do that, without the nasty little side-effects of the drug we serve downstairs.
[ A tight, sarcastic smile. ] No offense, but spells in my vicinity put me on edge.