QUOTE(Lord Revan @ Nov 30 2006, 09:31 PM)

Ian
Hearing Flogir's unitended pun, Ian chuckled as he jumped down from the balcony above the bar. "Well, Johnathan and I are paying for the celebration and damage literally." He landed lightly beside Flogir. "And by the way." He sat down in a nearby chair. "I hate alcahol."
Jonathan ConstantineJonathan winced a little as he saw Dalrus, but that could of been cause of his near severed finger as well.
"Well..
Better not say Satyana.. I had it mended up after the brawl, however it still hurts.. And by the nine, my head too.." He muttered something incomprehensible to himself as he poured another shot of brandy and took a long pull.
After smacking his lips, and feeling slightly better, Jonathan rose a question, "Did anyone else.. You know, feel something last night? I mean.. Damn, I'm not sure how to describe it.." He paused and rubbed the stuble on his chin, "Ah.. You know when a mage of the sort using magicka? The feeling that encompasses the air? Well anyways it was quite different.. The feeling that is.."
Jonathan wasn't sure if the he was talking or the brandy, but he knew something was up.