[Not quite as good as the one they'd previously been drinking perhaps, but if Julian notices he gives no sign of it, looking satisfied as he finishes knocking back his own deep swig. He places the glass down on the table as he takes heed of the other man's question, his expression growing marginally more serious as he does so. He runs long fingers back through his tangle of curls, takes a breath, sighs it out again.]
Well. The mark is a magical sigil, that much I know for certain. It's why for so long I believed it was that ex of mine who cast it upon me, he's a magician you see and things didn't end...ah, it was all a bit of a mess back then. But I digress.
[He clears his throat, the tips of his ears tinged with a colour that slowly seeps across his cheeks, the bridge of his nose, but he seems determined to ignore his own mildly flustered state.]
Back in Vesuvia, though, I'd been doing some investigating. Trying to get to the bottom of this murder business. The muder of the Count. I needed to know for sure, you see, whether I'd done it or not. It's a long story all in all but the short end of it is, I had...a good deal of memories missing leading up to the night of the murder, including the details of the murder itself, what I'd been doing there, in the Count's room whilst he burned.
[He shudders, just slightly. Knocks back a bigger mouthful of gin this time before continuing.]
Anyway, I'd been...looking into things. My memories had slowly been returning to me with each piece of evidence I found, and when I visited my old cell down in the dungeon I found notes I'd made, and one of my magician friend's books, and the very same sigil that appears at my throat was cast onto the wall in there. So I believe it may be likely that I did it to myself, as part of a ritual of sorts, to get answers about the plague. Or perhaps it was done to me as part of a bargain. With the Hanged Man.
[He shrugs, expansively.]
I still had one last piece of investigating to do in that regard before I wound up here, though. So I suppose, for now, the full extent of the mystery will have to remain.
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Well. The mark is a magical sigil, that much I know for certain. It's why for so long I believed it was that ex of mine who cast it upon me, he's a magician you see and things didn't end...ah, it was all a bit of a mess back then. But I digress.
[He clears his throat, the tips of his ears tinged with a colour that slowly seeps across his cheeks, the bridge of his nose, but he seems determined to ignore his own mildly flustered state.]
Back in Vesuvia, though, I'd been doing some investigating. Trying to get to the bottom of this murder business. The muder of the Count. I needed to know for sure, you see, whether I'd done it or not. It's a long story all in all but the short end of it is, I had...a good deal of memories missing leading up to the night of the murder, including the details of the murder itself, what I'd been doing there, in the Count's room whilst he burned.
[He shudders, just slightly. Knocks back a bigger mouthful of gin this time before continuing.]
Anyway, I'd been...looking into things. My memories had slowly been returning to me with each piece of evidence I found, and when I visited my old cell down in the dungeon I found notes I'd made, and one of my magician friend's books, and the very same sigil that appears at my throat was cast onto the wall in there. So I believe it may be likely that I did it to myself, as part of a ritual of sorts, to get answers about the plague. Or perhaps it was done to me as part of a bargain. With the Hanged Man.
[He shrugs, expansively.]
I still had one last piece of investigating to do in that regard before I wound up here, though. So I suppose, for now, the full extent of the mystery will have to remain.