Bussines is Bussines I 'uppose.

[Dionysus]

Some would take to the offense when it comes to the rumors about the berserkers, but the rumors were slowly becoming the truth, no one who travelled alone or in groups they tried to steer clear of the place.  Like those stories about demented clowns who try to do anything to make children happy under any circumstances, but mostly results in murder and other horrible things.  Matt had heard those snippets of rumors and such, although he never really listen to them just he knew about them, and as of right now they were starting to become true.

As if from the mist, someone walked over mostly drawn by the scent of wine.  Now he didn’t know if his wine was that addictive or had such a powerful scent, he was pretty sure he corked them shut so nothing would splash out or swish out you know because it would become very, very sticky when dried.  From what he understood, humans couldn’t scent the wine out, but if you were non human or had powers just maybe. 

Again with the names, there was no way in hell he was going to remember Tequila’s name, his actual and his given nickname.  The demi human nodded, time to take notice of the features of everyone.  That was what he does, just take in the features saves him remembering names.  From what he could see the lad, er lad right?  Gods, he didn’t want to assume anyone’s gender, the kid was blind.  Now how he figured that out, was from really paying some attention to Tequila's facial features, as someone would do when meeting somebody new.  He could see that the kid wore bandages of where his eyes were.    Even the words that he had spoken, there was a false sense in them, like there was a bit of half truth in them, but again Matt was just assuming.

“ No it’s cordial.” he slightly snarked, it was probably because he was exhausted hauling this crate of wine with him everywhere.  He didn’t have a horse or any pack animal to help lighten the load,  so the best bet is that he walked.  He should really invest of getting a horse or a mule. 

The question is where was he going to get an animal? A horse or a mule required work and maintenance to make sure they were happy and well taken care off, Matt didn’t exactly feel like taken care of a animal, even when he lived in wooded parts of San Creado.  That would require a stable  and open space, again too much work.  But he was up for it as mentioned before.