Alright Rayan stood in one fluid movement, winking at Benjamin despite the smile slipping from the features of the angelic ungendered thing. He, or she, finished the brew and slammed it down, looking to everyone once, basking. Almost casually Rayan reached into the neck of the leather coat, from which was drawn a leather chord reminiscient of dried gore. Unearthed next was a shining key. It was endlessly entwined in the red strands. With the faintest hiss, the necklace let go of the key and let it rest in Rayan's palm. It was held up for all to see.
"Call me whatche' will. See this?" It caught the light, "Y'ever hear o' the
Dead Current?
A tide unlocked in all the ever seas,
Into which flow long dead and gone souls
To the shining void of
Purgatory?"
With a grin Rayan tossed the key back down his shirt, where the chord caught it. "Ghost's. The unsettled. An' I can waterproof 'yer shit, an' brew a brew as good as any, so there's
that."