magnus l 005
Who: Magnus Bane and ...?
Where: Somni, Fourth District
Style: Third
Status: Open
Was it any wonder he hadn't been in any particular rush to reach the outer limits of the city?
Magnus was used to industrial areas; undesirable turns that led to rank alleys or urban slums. Every city had them. New York certainly did. But he didn't typically wander into those areas willingly, especially not in search of a client.
His clientele had definitely gone downhill since coming here. If it got out that a High Warlock was potentially taking on a charity case, well, that wouldn't do anything for his reputation (for overcharging). He'd already been informed that Somarium didn't run on currency, so if he was expecting any sort of payment, he'd have to work out some kind of creative deal. Maybe an IOU.
Whatever. He just wanted to get this over with, then get back to the sedate countryside so that he could take a steaming hot shower and burn his clothes. And possibly touch up his nails. Blood (and dirt) under the nails was especially repugnant to him.
Magnus slid his hands inside the warm pockets of his coat, looking like an oversized scarecrow (in a suit) stalking the streets. Maybe he had overdressed for the locale.
Where: Somni, Fourth District
Style: Third
Status: Open
Was it any wonder he hadn't been in any particular rush to reach the outer limits of the city?
Magnus was used to industrial areas; undesirable turns that led to rank alleys or urban slums. Every city had them. New York certainly did. But he didn't typically wander into those areas willingly, especially not in search of a client.
His clientele had definitely gone downhill since coming here. If it got out that a High Warlock was potentially taking on a charity case, well, that wouldn't do anything for his reputation (for overcharging). He'd already been informed that Somarium didn't run on currency, so if he was expecting any sort of payment, he'd have to work out some kind of creative deal. Maybe an IOU.
Whatever. He just wanted to get this over with, then get back to the sedate countryside so that he could take a steaming hot shower and burn his clothes. And possibly touch up his nails. Blood (and dirt) under the nails was especially repugnant to him.
Magnus slid his hands inside the warm pockets of his coat, looking like an oversized scarecrow (in a suit) stalking the streets. Maybe he had overdressed for the locale.