Edit: Just read it through a few times and fixed some minor errors. I also added in a few lines improving clarity on who is being described
AN: How's it going everybody? Doing alright with the quarantine and whatnot? It's about that time again so let's keep moving folks. I've got no new guest reviews today for you all so let's just jump into
it!
Oh, one quick thing before we begin. After looking into it some more I decided to go ahead and start co-posting this story onto Space-battles. You can find it with the same name, by me, and with my profile picture. It's in the creative writing section.
~enjoy
"Speech"
Thoughts
Powerful Being Speaking
-Setting/Line Skip-
A Night to Remember
Just a short walk away from where Liam was hiding in the snow, prodded along a man with a cherry red nose and large beaming smile. Out in front of him stood the only bar in the entire town of Bexley. The tourist trapped abode was quite quiet, but for the man, he supposed it was just because winter had just hit.
Slowly the merrymaker stumbled into the bar, already inebriated from adventures long past. The dinky building's door swung open to reveal another person, this one a woman. She angrily looked over to the man while putting down a small rag.
"Didn't you see the sign? The place is closed till three." asked the bartender while still stocking up her shelves. At first, the man didn't seem to hear her, but as he lumbered his way up to the bar, he finally responded.
His clothes were of some thin black cloth, wrapping around his face and body. They seemed to be some type of robes. Giving out a loud snort the drunkard replied, "Oh, I did, just don't care. Hey you look you know how to have some fun, so how about it?"
Slowly the man brought his hands out in a deliberately gaudy bow before continuing on with, "Want to go revel for a bit? I'll watch the place for ya and you get to go out and have some fun!"
The bartender seemed to look a bit confused at the man's antics before fiercely retorting, "I don't even know your name! Now I'd appreciate it if you'd kindly-"
He roughly pulled down his black hood revealing his features to the woman. Compared to his light peach skin the man's reddened cheeks and nose stuck out like a sore thumb. With a large smile on his face, the drunkard quickly snapped his fingers.
"Just call me Sam; nice to meet you. Go on and enjoy yourself now. Who knows, where you're going they just might pull that stick out of your ass, or maybe even put one in it! Well, if you're into that." interrupted the reveler as a bright purple flash pushed itself out from within the bar.
As the light faded the bartender was nowhere to be seen, and Sam was still standing in front of the bar with a smile on his face. Trying to keep on his feet he pulled around the corner of the bar, roughly pushing down the divider that blocked him.
"Hmm...now when was he supposed to get here again?" absentmindedly questioned the man while roughly pulling out a large bottle of vodka from underneath the bar. His voice seemed to quickly gain clarity, despite him being in a drunken stupor.
Giving a quick glance to the rising sun outside the bar, Sam pulled the stopper out of the bottle while grumbling, "Ah, I'm a bit too earlier then, well crap. Hmmm...what to do now?"
Slowly the bottle of fermented potatoes and water was brought to his lips as the man took a swig. A sweet sigh echoed within the bar before, the bottom of the bottle was turned up towards the ceiling. After a solid ten seconds of gulping, Sam slammed the bottle back on the counter with a burp.
"Well I got a bar to drink; it wouldn't be the first time. That chick has got to have some wine around here somewhere." Sam said, all the while clumsily fumbling around beneath the bar pulling out any spirits and liquors left in stock.
Finding a rather old bottle of brandy, the man's smile grew a few inches wider. A loud and wet pop reverberated off the walls before a bottle met his lips. His cousin had better get there fast; it always was more fun to drink with more people.
Well, Sam would have something to do for a little bit at least.
-Outside Bexley with Liam-
All it took for Liam to know the Spider Daedra was gone was the snap-hiss usually associated with summoning hitting his ears. A little apprehensive from where he laid against the ground, he turned his eyes around frantically searching for any sign of danger.
After giving furtive glances about the woods, hoping to the skies above that damnable woman would leave him be, Liam looked down at his knee to assess the damage. Still, the wound was a grisly sight.
On his right leg, there was a, surprisingly, not bloodied hole through which Liam could see through. Even now he could feel something beneath the skin bulging in and out at a rapid pace. It was almost as if the wound was moving of its own accord.
Bright red, meaty skin met his eyes as he pulled on the clothing's fabric to get a better view. A little bit of confusion popped up on Liam's face as he thought Besides all the redness, it looks fine?
Giving it a light touch the vampire hissed, "Not fine. Not fine!"
His voice came out a garbled whisper as Liam quickly tried to stop himself from letting out a whimper of pain. As soon as his pointer finger touched the discolored skin, it burst letting out cold blood that dribbled down his shin. It seemed that whatever his healing abilities were doing was superficial at best.
What do I do? S-She's still out there...pondered the boy while slowly pushing himself up against the remaining tree in his brush pile. All in all the pine needles felt scratchy, but it still felt better than laying on the ground.
Even now he could still feel his reserves being drained, the meager pool of magicka Liam had built up back in Camp Half-blood was quickly drying up. After thinking back to how he could easily feel both of the only two mages Liam had seen the boy decided to not try and gather more. Who knows if she would be able to sense him doing it?
Fear continued to amass itself within his stomach with Liam still trying to find a way to escape. His mind quickly brought itself towards the idea of crawling away, but the memory of Lamae's unholy lullaby made him think otherwise.
What then...do I just wait for it to heal? He thought with a worried look on his face. It was only a matter of time before his invisibility ran out of juice and with Lamae still stalking the woods trying to flee was a risky gamble.
The vampire could feel the sickly contortions continue, slowly rebuilding his knee. His healing was still there, but unlike before it felt slowed like his blood was trying to move through molasses. It felt nothing like when he fought in the night.
A look of realization sprung up as Liam whispered, "Wait a minute...A vampire in the night; how did I not think of that before?"
It all made sense; in the dark Liam felt strong, brave even, but when the light of day warmed his skin he just felt like a normal human again. The thirst was still there and a little bit of his supernatural strength, but almost nothing else.
In the back of his mind, Liam heard what sounded like a low huff of air before Molag Bal chided, Took you long enough.
A little peeved at the remark Liam responded, How in the hell was I supposed to know? It's not like I got a manual when she bit me. If you're in a talkative mood why don't you tell me a way out of this mess?
Magicka, gather it around the wound. Leave this place before nightfall; if not you shall surely be caught. Suggested the voice in a somewhat thoughtful tone. However, despite the more tactful approach, it came out like an order pushing Liam along. (1)
As his mind went quiet the boy drew back the magicka from his skin cutting off the drain, hopefully nothing would be around to see him. With deliberate effort, he demanded that the tricky substance start to travel down his body and towards the wound.
It took a bit of meandering but after firmly asserting his will Liam's magicka snaked down his leg before wrapping around the wound. The hole lapped up the ethereal essence like a drowning man before the same convulsions from before started to rapidly increase.
Not having to worry about a giant monster chasing after him Liam could actually pay attention to his body. With his ever diminishing magicka pool, he could something else begin to exponentially increase. At first, he felt parched.
The reddened skin began to speedily turn back towards its normal pale-white complexion. Underneath the vampire's tendons regrew, connecting the bottom part of Liam's leg with the top. Following soon after, Liam could feel a dull pain of what he assumed to be his bone pushing its way back up from where it was blown out.
Feeling almost like a fish out of water Liam reached for his throat. Instinctively fangs popped out of his mouth as a burning hunger sat within his stomach. A burning sensation wasn't even enough to describe the thirst.
The boy shot to his feet as Liam's vision flashed. Similar to the symptoms of anemia, he could see the world sway as he stood up. An uncanny dryness lit up the vampire's entire mouth as Liam just barely croaked out, "W-What happened?"
Oh yes, I forgot. Blood is required for most vampiric abilities. Go and feed boy, before you turn feral. Explained the Prince of Domination in an almost mirthful voice. It sounded like it was amused at his pain, amused at his suffering. (2)
"S-Screw you!" growled Liam finally straightening himself out. It was always something with that..that thing. The voice always wanted something in return, never truly helping him while also never truly being against him.
To Liam at least, it was more than infuriating, but the voice was all he had.
Liam could still remember it talking in between the flashes of red when he fought, no killed Fletcher. It called him its kin, one of its own. A large part of the boy was disgusted with it, but a small part of him was grateful. It was better than being alone.
He could remember it that day, pushing him into a blood-filled frenzy with Liam only barely able to control his own actions. The boy knew who he was from the very way it talked alone. It was all too similar to a certain Prince's description inside Liam's black-covered book.
Maybe he really was a demi-god...well, if you would call the Princes gods.
From what he read, Liam really couldn't say. It was tempting to just ask the thing, but every time he thought about it the boy could feel it there silently waiting, filled with disturbing anticipation. If the...thing really was one of his parents that still didn't explain why his voice was in Liam's head.
Trying to ignore the desert that built itself within the back of his throat Liam started to absentmindedly walk forward, hoping to get away as far away as he could from Lamae. Heading out towards the still-rising sun, he continued to walk pushing the thirst to the back of his mind.
In the end, it wouldn't do much.
-On the Outskirts of Bexley-
As Liam got used to his new knee not falling out from underneath him, he absentmindedly scratched at his throat. Every once in a while, the vampire thought he saw someone out of the corner of his eye. His constantly glowing orbs would be brought around a hunter-like instinct kicking in as he searched.
Slowly, Liam's more cognitive thoughts began to flee from his blood-starved state after about an hour of trudging through the snow. To any who could see him, they would definitely think that the boy was not alright.
His skin was as pale as a ghost, while he was slightly hunched over almost leaning down towards the ground in an unnatural fashion. The vampire's teeth were constantly bared with the two three-inch-long fangs being the most noticeable thing on Liam's face.
To those who would dare to approach the almost feral looking boy, they would notice next his eyes. Each of the usually cerulean orbs were glowering red while across his face small veins leading back to his eyes were turning a matching crimson.
The boy was letting out long, drawn-out breaths which each step he took. Underneath him, Liam's feet were stumbling about barely able to keep his body upright as he walked. The only true thing that was on the blood-starved vampire's mind was his need to feed.
Liam didn't even react to the snowstorm blowing in overhead as he kept following the road. In the distance, the small woodland town of Bexley came into the vampire's view as he hurriedly slinked along noticeably wobbling with each step.
The vampire's eyes were instinctively drawn towards the buildings, searching and hoping for something to satiate his desiccated throat. A small yellow light within what looked like a long wooden bar was the first to catch Liam's attention.
Outside there were few cars with what resembled a line for frequent motorcyclists to park their machines as well. Inside the building, the vampire could see a single small light from within the front door. Loud thunderous footsteps broke out within the almost barren town as Liam sprinted towards the door.
Not saying a word as he reached the door, Liam pushed into it. Not even thinking to reach for the handle, the vampire bashed his hand into the door; a loud crunch met his ears as the door opened to reveal what looked like a small-time bar.
Directly in front of him, a rather unassuming man sat behind the bar with a large row of empty liquor bottles surrounding him. Stepping in the vampire's nose subconsciously crunched up as a wave of alcoholic stench hit his nostrils.
"Well come on in! I was expecting you a bit later but oh well. Hmmm..." began the man before suddenly stopping his spiel. As the small hum came from his throat Sam looked over at the boy in front of him before snapping his fingers.
All of a sudden the delirious hunger pervading within Liam's mind was brought to a knee as the boy came back to himself. Wide-eyed he looked around the room before centering in on the man in front of him. Quietly, Liam said, "W-What...where. Where am I?"
The other person in the room gave him a wave then replied, "Oh you're in the best bar in Long Island. The place started as a cult, but that's beside the point. Tell me cousin, how have you been?"
Liam's face showed rampant confusion as he thought Cousin?
The boy had never seen the man in front of him in his entire life. The only cousins Liam could really remember were some of his mother's family from down South. He didn't really get to see much of his family beyond that though. Carter's side was either too tied up in work, or too dead to really talk.
"Y-You're not...Who are you?" Liam stuttered all the while intensely staring at the man. The drunkard appeared normal, too normal for anything that had recently happened to the boy. Some might call it being paranoid, but Liam was at the point now where he expected the unexpected. He'd rather be paranoid than dead.
Sam gave the boy a bright smile as he finished off the bottle of Brandy in his left hand throwing it down to join the large pile of empty glassware in front of him. The virtual mound of empty bottles shifted a bit before falling off the bar and to the ground.
"Well crap." commented the man, giving a look at the mix of broken glass and liquor.
Keeping a firm distance from the unnatural drunkard, Liam gave a look around the place to see if he could figure out where he was. To the boy at least, the building appeared to be just a normal bar with a few small windows on its outer walls. The only thing that really stuck out to him was the wooden front door that was blown off one of its hinges.
Wonder what did that? Pondered Liam as he turned his eyes back towards Sam.
The man stumbled around for a bit behind the counter before sticking one of his hands beneath it. If Liam were to be more observant he would have seen a slight purple glow coming from below as Sam lifted up a large blue-ish bottle.
The container looked old and worn with a small stout end. There was no label on it from what Liam could see and the only other noticeable feature on the thing was the old piece of cork roughly stuck in its end.
"I came to apologize; I missed your birthday. Can you believe it?" started the man before childishly grumbling about some absurd prank he planned that the damned vampire messed up.
Liam's ears perked up at the mentioning of a vampire; did this man know something about Lamae, about that night? The prospect alone was intriguing enough for the boy, but the danger involved with it could be risky.
Who knows? He could just be another monster looking to sink his fangs or claws within his neck.
"S-So you know then?" questioned Liam in a slightly nervous tone. Despite his real reservations about the unknown man he seemed to be non-threatening so far. Silently, within his head, Liam was hoping he'd stay like that.
Sam placed the bottle on the table before pulling out two rather large looking tankards from beneath the bar. The two cups let out a harmonious chime as the metal clanged against the wooden counter-top.
"What that you're old Stone-Fire's scion? Or that you're a vampire?" deadpanned the man as he lightly pulled the cork from the bottle's top.
Don't speak my name, you petulant swine! Seethed the voice from Liam's mind. Surprisingly it sounded a bit...nervous? The Prince's voice came out like it was waiting for something to happen, something it definitely wouldn't like.
"Oh, just because you're in his head doesn't mean I can't hear you Molag. Just let me have my fun and I'll be on my way; I do it for all of our kin at some point." huffed Sam while joyfully pouring out the wine.
As the liquid lapped around within their cups, Liam's nose perked up. A smell almost like the honey from before hit the boy's nostrils, but it came with a bit more flavor. It had a hint of something...scaly? Liam couldn't tell; the odor could almost be compared to alligator jerky he had eaten before at a fair his father took him to.
"Oh, but where are my manners? For now, you may call me Sam, Sam Guevenne." said the man as he topped off the two drinks. Liam could see him slowly bring one of his arms up and give a light bow before sitting down at a stool on the bartender's side of the table.
Still staring on at him, Liam finally questioned, "Is that blood? A-And how in the hell can you hear that voice?"
The other man put a finger up to his smiling lips before bringing it up into the air. Lightly Sam pushed one of the cups to the other side of the bar before pointing down at a small stool in front of him.
"Don't worry about it, come on and take a seat. We'll play a game." suggested the drunkard with a disarming smile. The man didn't seem the least bit threatening if anything he appeared to be helpful, fun even.
Slowly as the parched dryness came back into Liam's throat he walked forward, ignoring a part of him that screamed something was wrong. Sam seemed nice enough, despite knowing Liam was a vampire. The man's smile was almost infectious as Liam sat down on his own stool.
What did he say about Molag Bal...who cares? This looks like fun! Thought Liam with a growing grin on his face. The smile looked unnatural when coupled with the two large fangs peaking out and the blood-red eyes a few inches above them.
Laying both of his hands on the bar Liam whooped, "I'm game! What are we playing?"
Sam picked up the cup on his side of the table before replying with, "A drinking game of course! We're going to put some hair on your chest. We'll keep going back and forth till one of gives in. Well, if you want to play."
Sam's voice entered Liam's ear like an oily snake slowly bringing forth ideas that the boy would never take part in if he was in his right mind. It wasn't like the Empousa's or Lamae's compulsion but instead something like a small suggestion.
Where its power lies is when the listener already has a want to do what Sam commands. A blood-starved vampire was as easy to bend to his will as a newly born babe. Especially when he had the cure to that thirst only a foot in front of him.
Still carrying the same abnormal smile Liam quietly nodded his head. Weirdly the boy thought he could take on the world right now; He'd win for sure! Slowly he moved his hand towards the cup in front of him.
"This here is Argonian Bloodwine; it's one of my ah, special brews. Well? Down the hatch." spouted the man before quickly bringing the cup to his lips, downing the entire thing. Apprehensively Liam picked up his own with the intoxicating smell getting stronger by the second. (3)
Surprisingly, as the bloodwine met the vampire's lips he noticed that it tasted like some offshoot of apple cider. The liquid burnt as it went down, sending pleasant tingles of heat down to Liam's toes. Finishing off the tankard, Liam slammed his cup down on the table with an audible cough.
"So what do ya think, good stuff huh?" asked Sam as he started to pour some more of the bottle into the cups, making sure not to spill a single drop.
Despite it being his first time having anything alcoholic, Liam didn't feel much of anything. There was a pleasant heat building within his belly, but other than that he was fine. With his pale complexion hiding what would surely be rose-touched skin, the vampire replied, "It tastes like apple cider; I think I like it. Say how are you my cousin?"
The older man appeared to be enjoying himself as he brought one hand over and ruffled Liam's hair. The boy started to move away but decided to just let Sam go ahead; He hadn't hurt him so far.
As soon as the hand touched Liam's charcoal-colored locks Sam said, "Oh, I'm from your father's side of the family. Heard you recently got introduced to the fun side of life, so I thought I'd come to say hi."
As the man was talking Liam could feel the heat slowly spread upwards and start to swirl around in his face. The drought-like thirst from before was gone, replacing it was a slight sense of euphoria. The boy felt unnaturally happy, almost giddy even.
"Oh so're you're part of Carter's side?" slurred Liam as he shakily grabbed the newly filled cup in front of him. The liquid courage was topped off with a little bit of froth near its top. The smell of honey still pervaded Liam's nose, giving him small whiffs of paradise.
The rosily drunk Sam lifted his cup high into the air, completely draining the tankard in seconds. A small ding rang out as he pushed it back onto the table then wiped his mouth on his sleeve. Liam followed soon after.
"Nope! I'm one of Mr. scheme lords brothers...well technically. Wait doesn't that make me your uncle? Either way, I thought I'd bring a little merriment to ya. You're going to need it." explained Sam topping off both of their cups once again, simultaneously emptying out the bottle of wine.
"Bu why wold I need merrmant?" garbled the boy while swaying his head back in forth. Liam's eyes had already turned back to their normal chocolate brown while the fangs on his teeth were back in place under his lips.
"Cousin everyone needs a little fun in their life, some more than others. Don't worry about it, just enjoy the now!" beamed the reveler while finishing off his last cup of wine. Just like each other drink the man took it didn't seem to affect him more than he already was, going down without much trouble at all.
With swaying vision Liam brought his tankard to his lips, lightly sipping at the drink till there was no more. The cup fell from his hand, rolling off the bar and onto the bottle covered floor.
Sam looked over with a mischievous grin then said, "Well cousin it looks like this place is all out. Wanna go out for a bit and spread some fun? I know a place where there's a whole ocean of this stuff, perfect for a vampire like you!"
Liam let out a small giggle while nodding his head. The heat had spread throughout his entire body by this point, lowering any inhibitions he had about partying with the man to zero. Somewhere in between, he thought he heard Molag Bal's voice talking to him, but Liam couldn't make it out.
And why would he want to? That Prince was always such a sourpuss.
Roughly pushing himself out of his chair Liam slurred, "Surb let's gro!"
The other man more widely known as the Daedric Prince of Debauchery replied, "Ha, I'll make a reveler out of you yet!"
-Throughout the United States, Countries Abroad, and Locations Unknown-
The rest of that night, for Liam at least would be mostly a blur. Sparsely lit colors and locations flashed by all the while people and things cheered him on. The boy and Sam Guevenne went about spreading merriment through a host of small pranks and parties, some more harmful than others.
Their first stop was a small place in Russia, where Sanguine introduced Liam to what he liked to call abstract art.
Painted on a large government building was what looked to be the sloppy rendition of a cartoon bat next to a large smiley face. Just below it was a crudely drawn stick figure. The face was littered with smaller amounts of spray paint, detailing other small pictures made by Liam and Sam in their new art piece. The next morning news would be abuzz about the Kremlin stick figure vandals, spreading cheer through beer.
The next stop of the night introduced Liam to something both of his parents would hate if they knew about it. The two went bar crawling, or as it colloquially referred to in the place they went, pub hoping.
The two would go into random pubs, or small bars, drink themselves to death then get into large rowdy fights. It pulled on a certain instinct ordained into Liam since birth and for him, it was just way too much fun even if a couple of people ended up broken and bruised at the end of it.
Their third place of residence was six hundred floors above the Empire State Building.
The two arrived drunkenly crashing an already ongoing party with the Daedric Prince making sure they could slip into the crowd perfectly. After Sanguine had a quick stint with a minor god the two quickly fled the scene with the Prince opening up a glowing purple portal, through which both jumped. The morning after a bounty would be put out by a whole slew of minor gods searching for two men only known because of one's sexual escapades and the other's need to bite all the guests.
At the end of that little tirade, Liam would learn two things, Nymph blood tastes like fruit and never, ever to ask a goddess about her age.
Their second to last stop would be the place the drunkard supreme promised, a place with a literal ocean of bloodwine for Liam to drink. The small realm, within a larger myriad, was filled to the brim with hundreds of unending pools of differently flavored blood, each smelling like heaven itself to the boy.
Each one of the bodies of fermented blood was a new taste to explore. In his drunken state, Liam didn't even notice as Sam went through with a golden goblet filling it up as the two went around taking a bit from each pool. The boy didn't even notice when the man's skin turned a darkened red with two horns jutting from his head. He didn't notice the wayfarer's coming to join them as they drank the night away. He didn't notice the ensemble of other Daedra and worshipers cheering the two on as they started another contest to see who could drink the most.
At some point during the night, Liam asked to go out and try something else; Sanguine happily complied. After saying hello to a man with a staff made of hewn wood and a can of Pepsi in his hand the two ran off heading to their last little adventure. Just before the two left, Liam noticed the man distinctively smelled of grapes.
The last stop Liam would make that night would be in Las Vegas, inside a casino filled to the brim with flashing lights and glorious prizes. Time seemed to blur for the boy again as he went around sampling a myriad of different games, all the while trying out some of the casino's local delicacies, little pink flowers that tasted like candy.
Eventually, after an indeterminable amount of time for the boy, Liam woke lying face down on a shaggy carpet with the smell of booze covering him. Almost immediately a pounding came from his head as he let out a low groan.
Rudely drawing Liam out of his stupor was a young female voice that exclaimed, "Up! Get up, you drunken buffoon. You ruined everything!"
Slowly drawing himself to his feet Liam swiveled his head around looking for the source of the noise. Sitting on a nearby bed was a girl that looked to be his age; she had platinum-blonde hair that dropped just below her shoulders. Giving on odd contrast to the girl's hair was her stormy gray eyes, filled with fury.
Trying to ignore the pounding in his head Liam muttered, "What the hell happened last night?"
AN: Well that's a wrap folks. I tried my best to lighten this chapter up some while putting in one of my favorite Daedric Princes. A little credit to the idea goes to one of my reviewers who talked about him helping out Mr. D. Unfortunately I couldn't see a way to really put him in without some major plot developments that I couldn't just fit in one chapter alone. If you look near the end you can see a reference to his counterpart, Bacchus.
I thought this chapter would be more fun than just seeing Liam travel for a while. It also sets up some stuff for me to highlight more of the PJO world and characters. Overall, for those who care, there is a lot of stuff hinted at in this chapter through the dialogue about where the plot is going. It's not enough to draw conclusions or anything, but it does drop some intrigue.
Let's move onto the annotations.
(1) Even though Liam would be more powerful in the night so would Lamae, and most likely to a much larger extent. I thought I'd clarify my reasoning a bit as to why that warning was necessary.
(2) I'm trying to make Molag Bal always speak in half-truths. Never truly lying, but not telling Liam all the information about what's going on. In general, you see this where he constantly deceives his followers or doesn't tell them about the consequences of certain actions. Ultimately this usually ends up as a Monkey's paw with his followers dying or worse. With Liam, it just helps to show even though Molag Bal helps the Prince is not "nice."
In general, this is how I'm also balancing vampiric abilities. In the games, powers are usually able to be used once a day at no cost, or they are just a passive. Overall lore-wise I didn't find a definitive answer to what I should do about this, so I balanced it by having it make the vampire's hunger grow as they use their abilities. Well that and the use of magicka with some of them, even if it is in minor amounts.
Also, a more skilled vampire would be able to do more and more effectively used vampiric abilities than most fledglings, that's a given. I'm trying to find a good balance between "gamey" stuff and how I would see it working in real life.
(3) Liam has a reason for acting like this. It may seem a bit unnatural for him, but it will be cleared up at some point. I'm sure a lot of those more lore inclined would be able to guess why he's acting like this.
I've got nothing else for you today folks! Like always I'm open to any and all criticism so go ahead and hit me with it if you've got some. Other than that though I'm planning to start the next chapter on Friday or Saturday so see you then!
~ciao