Never Too Late

[Nox]

Nox gave Jensen a wry smile. "I do owe you. You can always call or stop by." Nox fumbled for his wallet underneath him and sent his contact information to Jensen's. Sage could have given it to him, but Nox felt it was more personal to do it. "My home, and Kalisti will always be open to you. Oriena doesn't really bite, but there was a mood about her." A mood Nox was hard-pressed to not follow after. The horde boiled just under the surface writhing to follow their dark dangerous cohort. "And being friends with The Wicked Truth has it's ups and downs. If you are ever in need of my particular set of skills, Wicked will send me your way even if you don't ask. Thank you."

Nox frowned. "You should go before someone notices you in here. Last thing the Guardian needs is to know a healer was about. And I think the Ascendancy would be pissed if I got his pocket-healer ganked saving my ass. I'd rather not have him tempted to kill me again. I will check in sometime soon, make sure you got no heat from this. I'm sure I'll be at the Kremlin in the next day or two." He had to debrief after all -- he did just kill a man for the Ascendancy.