!!z0ABcqUnNAP 03/12/12(Mon)00:56 No.18294823|
"Members of the Bleeding Sword, I think, now hush! I'm trying to concentrate..."
You go silent at her urging, your sense of panic rising. As powerful and whatnot as she's played herself up to be, she couldn't hide her worried tone.
"No. False alarm, its the ex priest."
"I'm at a loss here. You could sense him, or something?"
"Yes, you could call it that. This man, this Kenzington... He has a powerful aura. Not unlike the witch hunters."
Oh right, that explains everything. Auras and shit, you should have known, silly you.
"Don't be sarcastic, it annoys me. Witch hunters, real ones anyways, have to have such an aura by their very nature. Simple mortal men would fare poorly in a hunt against one such as myself. Hypocrites all, they rely on magic and call it a blessing or some such."
You stop the car.
"Hold the fuck up, they rely on magic?"
"Of a different kind, yes. External rather than internal. Many relics hold some kind of innate power. Even platinum, as I told you. Its anti-magic properties are magic based themselves."
"So how does that explain an aura?"
"Direct contact with a magical item or being will create an aura. Beyond my ability to sense them, they mean little, really."
"Cool. So now that we're all done freaking the fuck out, can we go talk to this guy? Is it safe?"
Kiara goes silent for a long moment.
"Safe enough, I should think. I don't detect anything malicious. It appears our clergyman has a drinking problem, though."