[Closed to Nevin] On Churches and Casting

[Itinerant]

"I'm not sure if I should be put at ease or mildly disturbed. At least we know Haidian demons can be banished with a touch of magic and a bludgeoning." Jacques muttered. He made his way back behind the bar, grabbing an elegant glass bottle from behind the counter. Pulling out the stopper, he poured two glasses of the drink, pushing one across the bar towards the alchemist.

Jacques held the bottle up, admiring the intricate facets and swirls in the glass, and the amber liquid within. “A wealthy patron of mine gifted me this bottle, saying he enjoyed the service so much he believed that it was only the presentation that was lacking. A splendid gift indeed. Funnily enough, I’ve yet to use it for anything except my own drinking” He mused, eyebrows raised. He smiled warmly, stoppering the bottle and placing it back on the shelf.

"Now, if I might ask, what do you mean 'a demon of the Faith?'" Jacques inquired, leaning against the counter. He sipped his drink slowly, savoring the flavor. He swirled the amber liquid in the glass, watching the whorls and splashes forming and dissipating in the confines of the cup. "I've done my study on demons. I watched the summoning of an imp, the summoning of a greater djinn as well, if one classifies those as demons. While some cults put stock in these demons, I would not call them of the faith. Nor do they account for what little I have pieced together from rumors." Jacques continued, absently tracing patterns of his most recent runic study on the surface of the counter. The lines danced in his mind's eye, intricate yet easily recalled to memory.

"All of this makes little sense. And though you are welcome, I have fees for my hospitality in allowing you in," Jacques glanced to the clock hung above his head "Oh, three hours before opening hour?" He said, nodding. "Now, if you'd like, I've poured you a drink and perhaps we can have a bit of an exchange of information."