[Barnabas silently accepts Ademnet's assertion, watching him as he goes to the bar. His eyes stay trained on him as he returns with their drinks, the means to wipe his hand clean(er), and no better an answer than before. With his clean hand, he takes one of the mugs, placing it on the table's surface, before taking the barmop to wipe the blood from his hand.]
A commune.
[The way he answers seems certain of that.]
A rather queer one at that. One can only wonder their intent.
[Once satisfied with his hand, he folds the rag in on itself, to help contain the bloodstains, letting it rest on his thigh. His attention now on Ademnet, making no move for his own beer.]
no subject
A commune.
[The way he answers seems certain of that.]
A rather queer one at that. One can only wonder their intent.
[Once satisfied with his hand, he folds the rag in on itself, to help contain the bloodstains, letting it rest on his thigh. His attention now on Ademnet, making no move for his own beer.]