"Oh, you trust me -- I have enough experience with weird magical shit to know and to be inclined to stick to cheap beer."
He's not had a problem with cheap beer so far. Glancing down absently he adjusts the bandage which is currently wrapped, haphazardly, over his jacket and sighs a sigh of resignation.
"Listen, speaking of weird magical shit --"
John's voice lowers to a whisper, so much as it can while still being heard over the crowd, and he frowns unhappily.
"You know anyone who knows about the shamans around here?"
Since he's meant to be following up a lead. He really just wants to drink and forget how frustrating the whole situation is, but equally John's stubborn enough to not let go. The whole thing went wrong on his watch, so he's responsible to some degree.
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He's not had a problem with cheap beer so far. Glancing down absently he adjusts the bandage which is currently wrapped, haphazardly, over his jacket and sighs a sigh of resignation.
"Listen, speaking of weird magical shit --"
John's voice lowers to a whisper, so much as it can while still being heard over the crowd, and he frowns unhappily.
"You know anyone who knows about the shamans around here?"
Since he's meant to be following up a lead. He really just wants to drink and forget how frustrating the whole situation is, but equally John's stubborn enough to not let go. The whole thing went wrong on his watch, so he's responsible to some degree.