Xaer's God

"Lesse... by policy, I'd sell him the info on who wants him dead. Thing is, he has to ask first, and he hasn't called me back once, so I think you're good there. Police report said that from the wounds that were singled out enough to tell, they were made with knives, but I haven't gotten a look at him in the act, just leaving the scene covered in person."
"As for powers, like I said, he's into the Shadow thing, so light would keep his stuff at bay. Keep in mind, it'll also cast shadows, so don't let that flame go out, ya hear?"

"He tends to hang around the Southridge bar at night, over 32nd and Mesa. Drop by around 8PM, he's usually there by then. You'll be able to tell who he is."

"If he asks who wants him dead, you better say you do. I don't want any last second trip ups if it can be helped. Now, I hope I can get this info for free. Know where I can get some decent field lamps?"

"Camping supply store, some sports places have them. I'll give it free, but only because anyone coulda told you. Only stuff for sale here is the info that's kept secret."

Tristan begins to sound like he is wrapping it up. "alright, now. how shall I get your money to you?"

"Gimme an email address, I'll send you a message with how to pay."

Tristan relays his email. "Fire_Starter@Hotmail.com"

"Sounds good. I'll get you nice and set up. Good luck with that little killer problem."

Tristan hangs up and walks back to the group, and sits down again. "that was enlightening..."

Walsh: "And who was that?" He hands you your cards.

Tristan picks up the hand, "No one in particular." He examines his hand. "Did you guys get anything good from that little raid last night?"

"No, had to bounce quick once he came back, and the fireworks started. Didn't wanna be there when the pigs came to knock."

Tristan tosses two cards, "two." He then leans back. "Any of you guys heard of a Thomas Snicket? Hangs around the Southridge bar?"

"I don't chill there, man. Bit too far south for my wanderins." Your cards are lame, and you should feel lame.

Tristan raises big. "Any of you guys have some of those camping lanterns? I think I'm gonna need one or two... yeah, too would be good."

"Do I look like I go campin, man?"

Tristan tosses 1 card, "one" Leaning forward he holds his cards infront of him with his left hand, and taps two of his right fingers infront of him, making little flames as he does so.

Walsh: "You set my cards on fire, you're buying new ones, man."

Tristan non-chalantly responds, "whatever, You gonna call or what?"

The poker game goes on in the background. "So, why all the fire throwin around? Can't stand to not show off your new trick?"

Tristan takes a new hand, "Oh, I got a bundle of new tricks. You should try asking Phence, I'm gonna try sharing the power. Know what I mean?"

Thurston: "Conjure me up a hot babe, and then we'll be talkin."

Tristan rubs his chin while gazing at his cards. "well, I could SET a babe on fire. " He snaps his finger off to the side to make a large flame spout. "but I don't think thats what you mean. Even divinity has limits you know, well when starting out anyways."

Walsh: "I know what you mean. I used to not be good at dealing with your nonsense, but look at me now. Two."

Tristan sets his hand down, "damnit, fold." he sits back and makes a sustained flame and starts playing with it in his hands. "You always had a sharp toung Walsh. Good thing it has a sharp mind to follow it, right?"

"Unfortunately. My life woulda been much nicer if I didn't. Still, man, bad things happen to people like you, you really wanna be throwin that shit around?"