It was no surprise that Oliver was on top of everything. He set down a tray of coffee and another of pastries and fruit. Gods, this man was a blessing.
Kazu didn't even hesitate as he poured himself a mug of hot coffee and filled it with cream and sugar, "Thank you, my caffeinated angel of the night," he said, giving the vampire an adoring gaze and a smile before he turned to pay attention to Cyrus, who had finally joined him.
"Yes," he said before taking a sip of his steaming cup, "Another one died." He set the cup down in front of himself and, with a wave of his hand, summoned himself a bottle of his finest brandy. Which he poured a good bit of into his coffee. Nothing like a good dose of alcohol to start off his morning!
He flipped through one of the books at the top of his stack, mumbling to himself as it wasn't the right book. Thankfully, book two was the charm, and he slid the book over to Cyrus, already at the page he needed. "Her name was Aerithe, a royal eastern dragon. Oracle of Zarkos, God of air." Kazu took a moment to drink from his cup, making up the difference of what he drank with brandy. "She was young, too, from the looks of it. What a shame," he gave a sympathetic sigh, eyes misting over as if he'd thought of something else; something deeply personal.
"All accounts point to her suffocating in Prerio's city square. It happened at midnight, and witnesses report that she was forced from her human form to that of her dragon form. From there they say a twister of air tore from her mouth, and she suffocated." He read the grim details aloud, his voice wrought with exhaustion. Did he have bags under his eyes? He felt like he had bags under his eyes.
"So basically...it's like the others. And we've gotten fucking nowhere."
Kazu didn't even hesitate as he poured himself a mug of hot coffee and filled it with cream and sugar, "Thank you, my caffeinated angel of the night," he said, giving the vampire an adoring gaze and a smile before he turned to pay attention to Cyrus, who had finally joined him.
"Yes," he said before taking a sip of his steaming cup, "Another one died." He set the cup down in front of himself and, with a wave of his hand, summoned himself a bottle of his finest brandy. Which he poured a good bit of into his coffee. Nothing like a good dose of alcohol to start off his morning!
He flipped through one of the books at the top of his stack, mumbling to himself as it wasn't the right book. Thankfully, book two was the charm, and he slid the book over to Cyrus, already at the page he needed. "Her name was Aerithe, a royal eastern dragon. Oracle of Zarkos, God of air." Kazu took a moment to drink from his cup, making up the difference of what he drank with brandy. "She was young, too, from the looks of it. What a shame," he gave a sympathetic sigh, eyes misting over as if he'd thought of something else; something deeply personal.
"All accounts point to her suffocating in Prerio's city square. It happened at midnight, and witnesses report that she was forced from her human form to that of her dragon form. From there they say a twister of air tore from her mouth, and she suffocated." He read the grim details aloud, his voice wrought with exhaustion. Did he have bags under his eyes? He felt like he had bags under his eyes.
"So basically...it's like the others. And we've gotten fucking nowhere."
