:: The landlord blinks in. Lair. Ha!::

::Brent blinks in, looking around at his lair. Dammit.::

"You know what?"

::Yeah like Brent is gonna wait for a response.::

"You're an ass."

"Wah! Wah! Tell it to someone who cares."

:: The landlord blinks out.::

"Asshole. Now let's see what we have."

::Brent makes a quick pass through the lair, before becoming quite bored and blinking to the market to stock up.::

::Brent blinks back in depositing the various potions. He slides the athame into an inside pocket of his jacket. Sighing deeply, he blinks to the restrooms at Quake.::

::Having a really fun time being a lazy ass blinker, Brent blinks in. He pulls out the athame setting it on a dresser. The warlock proceeds to remove his jacket, shirt, shoes, belt, and whatever evil items he had stashed away in his pant pockets. Tossing the previously mentioned items on the floor he lays down in bed, drifting asleep.::

::Brent wakes from his nap, and stretches quickly before sliding off the bed. He walks into the bathroom, stripping off the remainder of his clothes, and stepping into the shower. Turning on the water he hangs his head underneath the warm water.::

(Why was I sent away?)

::After a while of washing and relaxing, Brent steps from the non-running shower, and towels off. The warlock walks to his closet finding clothes that somehow magically appeared there, and miraculously fit him. Getting dressed quickly, he blinks back to the alleyway behind Quake.::