At his part of the bar, Raphe chuckled, "I knew a mage once . . . damn fool nearly blew himself up a few times."  He took a long pull on his drink after the statement.  His eyes remained on the mortals at the bar rather than the woman heading for the music.<br/><br/>Of course, he still knew the mage.  Somewhere in Europe these days.  Or so the official word went.  Not that he was supposed to know.  At least not according to most folks in the city.  But everyone had their little secrets.  Some little secrets were just a bit bigger than others.<br/><br/>(OOC: Trying to inject a bit of life into the thread)