Evelios D'Rtan Considers the Level of Music Here to be Dangerously Low, and Poe the Raven "Woke up this mornin feelin' round for my shoes Know bout at I got these old walkin blues" - Robert Johnson "Okay, you know what? I put up with a lot, like a whole lot, but I draw the line at accusations of magical stupefaction. The line! Bloody organized churches think they're so bloody great. The sun's right there! You don't need to build a house for it, it's got the whole freaking universe! With all of it's magical explodey gas and giant space hamsters, to boot! C'mon Poe, we're going for a walk." Evelios collected his things. "But what about the d-" "Demons or devils or whatever the hell aren't my line of specialty anyway. You know they're a lot like priests - they don't appreciate a free spirit!" He grumbled as he stormed out the door, presumably saying a couple of things you wouldn't repeat in polite company. "Aren't you supposed to be the diplomat or something?" "I'm in a bad mood and couldn't care less about the particulars of locating some metaphysical malarchy. Is it eight bells?" "I believe I heard the chimes to that effect, yes." "... Well, drinking is overrated anyway. You game for finding a performance venue?" "What, are you some kind of beggar now?" "No, but I am a gods damn entertainer. I think I'll go entertain some folks WHO DON'T THINK I'VE BEEN HIT WITH A STUPEFACTION BEAM!" "I... uh... don't think they can hear you from out here." "... They might." "... You're not actually mad, are you?" Evelios grinned, scratching his beard. "An excuse is an excuse." TAG: Saint OOC: Dunno if I need to roll Gather Information or if I just need to hit up the markets, but the name of the game is finding a venue.