With a jaw wide open, Maulnar stared in disbelief at the demon simply handing over his blood. The always ask for something, anything, but just giving it away was completely new to him. The old man quickly closed his mouth, and shook his head, then bowed his head slightly and thanked T.B. for his most generous offer. The vial gained a label reading "Demon blood: Greater Duke of Hell" before being stashed away again.
"I see. Fixed appearance through demonic powers. Reminds me of this wolf Anthro-pup I used to know. Very sweet thing, just a tad bit misunderstood. He was a... Well, necromancer of sorts. He gave his own life-force to the dead to temporarily reanimate them. Sadly, it made him age significantly faster than anyone else. He was one of the first non-human sentients I've ever met, and he certainly helped me get as far as I've come today. Ah, the good times." Maulnar began, thinking back of the times of young. He quickly took a sip of his drink. Another flashback appeared before his eyes, though this time he was speaking as well. Whoever cared enough to listen, would now learn something about the history of Maulnar.
"We were at war at the time. Any interaction between our kind was unheard of, we'd kill each other before asking any questions. But I was so very interested in magic, and still am, I just had to come up with a way to enter their territory. They had magic, we didn't, and it was so fascinating that they did things scientifically impossible to achieve. Unfortunately, Anthros have better senses than us humans, and wouldn't be so easily tricked by a mere cloak to hide one's features under, so I had to come up with something better. Nights I spent pondering how to best go about it, but it always came down to them being able to smell me. That's when a stray cat was making a scene out on the streets. Like a gift from heaven, I caught the thing, then replicated her scent, and made my cloak smell the same. Finally, I had found a way.
Not a moment passed before I left my hometown, and ventured into Anthro-land. I was nervous, oh yes, but I knew I couldn't be, for I sweating would increase my human scent, blowing my cover. I took a few deep breaths before continuing my trek, hoping, praying it would work. It smelled like cat to me, but it wasn't myself whom needed fooling, it were dogs and cats I had to fool. It didn't take long for the Anthros to smell and approach me, I froze in place, and awaited their response. The first thing they asked was if they could help carry my things, I had them all completely fooled with the cat scent. Save for one.
A young ambitious pup, the necromancer one. He did not let his senses fool him, no, he stared into my being, and saw the human I was. But he did not attack me. Then and there I knew that not all were fooled by the old legend. That not all were foolish enough to believe the lies that we've been fed for generations. That within everyone lies good, for we all just want to live happy and comfortable lives, do we not?" He paused for a moment, looking upon the demon and the infernal sitting next to him. He wasn't even sure if either of the two were listening to his tale, but that didn't even matter to this old man. Rambling on and on was one of his specialties. "Yes, happiness. Though not everyone attains happiness through the same methods. I'd like to ask what you two do for fun on a lazy saturday evening, but I fear the answer." Maulnar stated, and drank the remainder of his drink, before ordering something else.
"Do you perhaps have one of those drinks that look like a rainbow? They're lovely. I can't get over it. Beauty in simplicity, I'd say." He requested as he leaned on the bar, then retrieved a pouch, creating many different jingling sounds, though most of them sounded like good old gold coins. "What do I pay with here, by the way? I've got gold, silver, copper, bronze, adamantium, mythril, bone, platinum, paper ... All sorts of money."
