Right, offerings to the bloody Norse gods? He half expects there to be some cult that runs underneath the Hotel. All robes, stick signs, birds, furs, and incense alike. Not much of his scene, but, he somehow always ends up in the middle of magic muckery.
Most the time it's his own doing.
He stands in front of the offering table. He lets out a long drag of a cigarette from his pack he got from Mathias. Once it's finished, he flicks the bud off to the side. Then, he pulls a fresh cigarette from the pack in his coat. He puts it in the center of the slab. Then, out comes the new knife he's purchased. Bit of blood put on the slab underneath the cigarette.
Just for added measure.
"Alright, One-Eyed Bugger, if you're there. Go on, then. Tell me how the bloody hell I got here. Given the fact I died in a town you couldn't escape from!"
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Most the time it's his own doing.
He stands in front of the offering table. He lets out a long drag of a cigarette from his pack he got from Mathias. Once it's finished, he flicks the bud off to the side. Then, he pulls a fresh cigarette from the pack in his coat. He puts it in the center of the slab. Then, out comes the new knife he's purchased. Bit of blood put on the slab underneath the cigarette.
Just for added measure.
"Alright, One-Eyed Bugger, if you're there. Go on, then. Tell me how the bloody hell I got here. Given the fact I died in a town you couldn't escape from!"