[Closed to Nevin] On Churches and Casting

[Itinerant]

“Hm? Oh that’s no issue, I take personal interest in all matters in the city, especially those pertaining to sorcerous and supernatural events. As a practitioner of a couple forms of magic myself, I take what note I can of happenings relating to it.” Jacques replied, nodding and smiling. He was genuinely interested, especially about this Great Flow of Crimson. Perhaps it was related to the Eternal Tap? Jacques made mental note of the possibility.

“This all does make quite a decent amount of sense.” Jacques said, shrugging. It did make sense for the most part, oddly enough. With his own knowledge of the workings of magic and the rumors flying around, the information fit into a wildly interconnected set of ideas that flew through Jacques mind as if a storm in his brain. He sipped his drink, mulling over all the new information.

Jacques turned, opening a cupboard and pulling out a small but well maintained journal, held closed by a thick leather strap, buckled on the front. “You should invest in one of these. Prevents such… accidents as occurred earlier.” He undid the strap, flicking through the pages of scribbled notes until he encountered his entry on demons. He pulled a pen from his pocket, making notes of what he’d heard. Arrows were quickly drawn to various correlations. Jacques nodded, pushing the journal and pen to the side.

“I’m curious, this Great Flow. It seems eerily similar to the Tap, though less a source of power than a source of being.” Jacques wondered out loud. “I work with runes to an extent. After a brief study of dwarven power. They can tap into nearly any magical system or source, if one can…” Jacques paused, unsure of how to describe it. Brow furrowed, he snorted. “Draw it? Describe it? Hmph. Even I’m not sure quite how it works, but those that taught me the basics explained them as a sort of universal conduit for all sorts of energy.” Jacques continued, drumming his fingers. His curiosity had been roused. "I wonder how that would interact with your Flow..."

“Now, excuse me for my presumptions, but I would believe that, judging by your appearance, this Crimson has touched you a tad more than others. Mayhaps due to that banishing that took place. But blood-red hair is not exactly common among humans. Nor are eyes that appear black.” Jacques said. His voice was tinged with an eagerness that he hadn’t felt in years, to learn more about something, and to perhaps tap into a new source of power. He grinned sheepishly. “I’m rather sorry for the endless talking but, I do rather love new information.” He finished. Darkness had begun to fall into the room, the contrasting light and dark casting long shadows. Jacques raised his hand and snapped, using a touch of magic to ignite the lamps above the bar. The sharp, clean smell of ozone filled the air as the lamps flickered to life, casting a warm and welcoming glow into the room. Jacques sipped his drink, waiting for a response.