|A smile forms on Malcotin’s face as it dawns on him. “You are more concerned with the mental effects? Ah yes, I can understand that very well. Odd that you should mention that, it was one of the things that my mentor worked on first. The endless thirst for blood.”|
Malcotin looked up as the bartender approached. “There you are, good fellow. I have grown hungry in the last hour and I would like to offer my new friends a taste of my hospitality. Do be so kind as to lend us your private dining room?” He turned in query to Mirium as the bartender went to check the reservations list.
“I understand that this might seem counter productive to you, but I do have a remedy, if you will allow me to demonstrate it?” He glanced at Keelath. “I will explain at dinner. I will need to gather some things from my laboratory. It will take me some time. If you are not available tonight, then perhaps tomorrow?”
The bartender returned to note there was an open slot in an hour, and the staff would need time to prepare. The following night was not booked past seven o clock.
|Keelath nodded, trying to conceal his eagerness–and doing so pretty well, given his long practice. “I would be glad to attend.”|
|“Keelath? Can I talk to you for a minute?” says Mirium, still softly.|
|It was clear the couple needed time alone to discuss all of Malcotin’s revelations. “Of course, I expect the two of you to have questions and discuss things. I will return in a few hours and we can have dinner in the private dining room upstairs. If you have any food preferences, Mrs. Sunwalker, please let the Maitre de know. I usually have steak and roasted potatoes and a salad. Wine will be the house wine with dinner. For now, I will leave you to return to my lab.” He bowed deeply and then left a few gold on the bar for the bartender and went out the front door.|
It was only later as he cleaned up and dressed for dinner that he considered the wisdom of taking on two elves for his experiments. He needed the data, and he was glad one of them was undead while the other was not. It would give perspective on his general theory.
Gathering a small bit of equipment he would need for the hypnosis, he whistled cheerfully as he made his way leisurely back to the Lounge.