Wrong Kind of Thirst

"Mate, I have enough credentials for a place like this, and I can't--" Adam suddenly cut himself short, apparently about to say something he didn't want to. After a moment he started again, but with noticably less gusto. "I don't know shit about medicine." Despite the pause, it was still true. His own world had hardly been at the cutting edge of technology, but it had been more advanced than Sanctuary. He fumbled about in his bag until he brought out a messily rolled smoke, held it out to Coffee for the dragon to blow out a little puff of fire to light it (honestly, most of the work Coffee got on the average day) then passed it over to Nate. As he saw the reaction to his horn (finally) he chuckled and shook his head. "Nope. What you're seeing right there is true, bonafide magic, my friend. From a God and everything. I have a never-ending cup of booze. Just no parties to take it to." Really, Adam knew it was probably a bad thing to be so easily enabled, but he let it happen anyway. adam Mistreat your Altar Boys long enough and this is what you get Sad and angry... can't learn how to behave Still won't know how in the darkness of the grave