As Nich listened with great apprehension, his gaze fell onto the table, where he marked it's surface with the soot of his cigarette butt. He found that random displays of visual occurrences worked best while trying to keep a memory fresh, if one added a mundane act to it. One of great habit, so as to always recall what one had been doing while the habit was in play. This conversation was now logged as a permanent record in Nicholae's chaotic brain. He was a chain smoker and never liked to litter the streets with his rubbish, but had no problem dirtying up a countertops for it.<br/><br/>With his elbow to the table, Nich's thumb and index finger formed a mold around his chin. He rested it there, mimicking an expression of deep pondering, all the while still trying to guess what it was-sitting across him.<br/><br/>When it came to tactical hoopla, Nich's brain went on auto-pilot. Seeping in every last word the contact was speaking, but not letting it sink in until he was alone in a quiet setting. The plotting he was embarking on would take the Dragon world by storm, and although he didn't know<em>how</em>it was going to come about just by one soul alone, he had all the time in the world to find out.<br/><br/><em>"Anyways, tell them that I'll need everything set up as swiftly as possible, and that when the time comes to take me in...make it real."</em>Even as he drank, straight from his bottle, Nich watched the boy. Suspicion turning into intrigue as the plan of action unfolded. He finally began to realize that this kid was the real deal and spoke to him as such. "Consider it done." After a hard blink, and resistance to ask too many questions, he came out and asked the most important one of all, "What are you?"<br/><div align="center">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d3/Reigns_Nicolae.png)</div>