Tilting his head to the side, the Violet Maguc seemed more bemused then threatened. "Indeed, as I stated, I am here to help that problem... It seems to be aromaticly spread, the cherry blossoms being it's delivery system." And just like that, he turned, stomping his heavy boots through the mud and puddles. "I'm headed to interigate the goblin merchants, who have taken up residence in the Pig n' Whistle due to the storms." The pummel of his crystalline staff striking cobblestones with each step. It appeared, that he did not use it as a cane, like many mages and wizards would, more like a took of intimidation. "So, tell me about yourself, Lady Mechanic." his words suddenly laced with a slight mirth. With his free hand, he plucked the pearl prayer bead necklace from his belt, counting the pearls as he worked them through his grip, one at a time... They were in the canals now, stepping around the entry to an ally way, the smell of blood and other bodily fluids heavy in the air. "Hmph, the guards are getting lazy." He chimed up, but kept walking...<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>