[i]He shook his head, smiling at the offer.[/i] It's quite fine; maybe point me in the general direction to some food first, then I might set up in any space you have available. Apartment, housing, tree, all work. [i]He casually unwrapped his arms, the beige coloured clothe leaving marks on his arms. The design was intricate, like flames riding on a bolt of lightning, the skin indentations beautiful yet seemingly mistaken. His left arm, though, was a sleek gunmetal grey bionic with a coiled red serpent embalzoned on the shoulder. It was a full arm replacement; and the design looked entirely original, small creases allowing the metal to move like flesh and bone, clearly housing all sorts of hardware inside. It was hard not to stare; but Alon smiled at him with a sad eyes. [/i] The repurcussions of war; of equivalent exchange, like the alchemists once called it. Though that is science, magic works the same. If you can't supply the energy for an attack... [i]He flexes the fingers, as if recalling the days when he could touch and feel with those fingers, that skin, those bones.[/i] ...the earth and heavens will take it from you. Bah, I got off track. Please! Show me the way to some dinner, how 'bout it?