Snippet #2391499

Oreron

"You've been busy over these few years haven't you." Oreron said simply as he grabbed the wall and launched himself onto the roof of the building. As viscious and near feral oreron was at times, he was still as he was all those years ago at heart when he desserted: level headed and kind enough to pay a favor back and then some. Even if it was to someone that he should have killed on the spot by the standards of other necos.

His eyes scanned the buildings around the one they were on. tapping his claw-like nails on his sides until his eyes focused on one building. It looked like a store, and were there was a store there was aleph's new favorite drink. "There." He said pointing at the building in question. "Anywhere this elixer is, he will surely follow if he's drunk enough."

He started walked toward the back of the building, trying to judge the distance from the one they where standing on to the store. "You think I can jump it?"