08-24-2018, 10:23 PM
This was quickly turning into a social gathering, and just about everything in Matt was tell him to book it back into the forest. All he could do is nod, there was a lot of people. He was bad with names, really bad with names. But of course he was good at remembering faces and features, so there was that. Nearly all of them were vampires save two, one he was pretty sure was elf or a witch or something under the lines of one, as for the other he was pretty sure he saw a movie could be described as a zombie. But there was something off about this one, now he couldn’t put his finger on it. But it was strange, since zombies were dead and completely ran on the desire to rip someone into shreds in the most painful and horror inflicting way possible.
The comment about him been anemic, that was hilarious. He was pretty healthy, but he clearly just prefered to stay away from places with very large populations of human and non-humans. Call him a recluse, but that was what he prefered and he was at peace that way. If he was anemic, the trek he would have made to the clearing would have clearly worn him out, it took effort to move about and do what he does. So, yes he remains healthy and up to par with whatever life threw at him.
His wine was strong for a reason, really he had no idea of not making it weaker in alcohol concentration. There are very people who take his word for it, as he found out that water helps if you manage to blend it really well and still clearly warn anyone who consumes it to be careful, because he had seen way to many people turn red in the face and instantly curse the second they had a mere sip. Well, people aren’t made has they were used to he assumed, as for the festival for the moon, that sounded like fun, and it sounded way to familiar. Way too familiar, on the situation arose he nodded. “ I don't think I’ll be changing the recipe any time soon. Still strong enough to remove varnish off a piece of carpentry.”
Wine had other purposes beside been used to drink and merriment, people in the past had used to knock people out quite literally, the stronger the better at least it distracted them from the main objecticing pain mostly ranging from their head. Speaking of which, he should mention that he could offer his wine for any kind of healing purpose since it was strong enough to pass as some use.
The trek to this point, was smooth and he had walked this path way very easily and knew at least his part of the woods well enough. There was a well worn path, and he left just before sunset, like two hours before hand since it took him all day to bottle and make sure nothing was going to awry with the bottles, because no one wanted a surprise in a bottle.
The comment about him been anemic, that was hilarious. He was pretty healthy, but he clearly just prefered to stay away from places with very large populations of human and non-humans. Call him a recluse, but that was what he prefered and he was at peace that way. If he was anemic, the trek he would have made to the clearing would have clearly worn him out, it took effort to move about and do what he does. So, yes he remains healthy and up to par with whatever life threw at him.
His wine was strong for a reason, really he had no idea of not making it weaker in alcohol concentration. There are very people who take his word for it, as he found out that water helps if you manage to blend it really well and still clearly warn anyone who consumes it to be careful, because he had seen way to many people turn red in the face and instantly curse the second they had a mere sip. Well, people aren’t made has they were used to he assumed, as for the festival for the moon, that sounded like fun, and it sounded way to familiar. Way too familiar, on the situation arose he nodded. “ I don't think I’ll be changing the recipe any time soon. Still strong enough to remove varnish off a piece of carpentry.”
Wine had other purposes beside been used to drink and merriment, people in the past had used to knock people out quite literally, the stronger the better at least it distracted them from the main objecticing pain mostly ranging from their head. Speaking of which, he should mention that he could offer his wine for any kind of healing purpose since it was strong enough to pass as some use.
The trek to this point, was smooth and he had walked this path way very easily and knew at least his part of the woods well enough. There was a well worn path, and he left just before sunset, like two hours before hand since it took him all day to bottle and make sure nothing was going to awry with the bottles, because no one wanted a surprise in a bottle.
[align=center]
STARCHILD ARE YOU LISTENING?