Last Stop

[Nox]

His new friend had felt him touch the power inside which meant only one thing, he was a godling himself. That nagging feeling about the man returned and Nox turned his gaze upon him when he felt the menacing presence of another man using his gift.

Nox smiled as he watched the power tip the bottle in the hands of the bartender and crashed to the ground. No one else seemed to notice the power induced accident for anything more than a clumsy bartender. Nox thought he should warn the man about using his gift here, but he didn't really care enough. He'd have to look this guy up later see if he was in the database. Nox seemed to be meeting too many known gods lately.

Too many ants? Nox wondered what the man was getting into where he saw lots of ants. "I think I'd like to stay in the air conditioning a bit longer if that's all right with you. I'm sure we can find an appropriate building to burn down later."
Nox grinned at the obvious joke but still something told him he should be careful. He wished he could put a finger on the feeling. It was important.

The man spoke with a certain air to him, and he was clearly not from the US or Mexico, his accent was definitely European he'd say British but he was not going to mention it, he'd too many run ins where they too offense to being named from the wrong Island or whatever.

"You are a long way from home. What brings a guy like you to a dive like this?"
Nox took a drink of his beer as he assessed the other man. Dressed in nice clothes in a bar meant to accommodate even the roughest of the Atharim made Nox wonder why this guy was slumming it. He was probably too rich for his own good.