[Isaac, having not yet stepped – or more accurately, teleported – out of his home, is unaware of the Malnosso’s brand of trickery at work while he goes about the perfectly mundane business of drying himself off from his bath, sliding his piercings back into place, and tugging on pants as if he had some semblance of shame. Truthfully, it was just too cold in most areas of his home to putter about in a full state of undress. The fact that he now lived with company did absolutely nothing to compel him to change his habits, clearly. Had it been Julia, though… well, that would be a different story.
With a plate of cheese and bread in hand, the Forgemaster retreats to the warmth of his bedroom where he then resumes his study of spells, herbs, and gemstones, jotting thoughts into his sketch-laden notepad every so often. He remains every bit the diligent sorcerer he was under Dracula’s watchful eye years ago.]
Hec - first day.
With a plate of cheese and bread in hand, the Forgemaster retreats to the warmth of his bedroom where he then resumes his study of spells, herbs, and gemstones, jotting thoughts into his sketch-laden notepad every so often. He remains every bit the diligent sorcerer he was under Dracula’s watchful eye years ago.]