[Jeramiahh]<br/><br/>Geoff nods and his manner relaxes a bit, his voice growing less taut, and he waves toward a chair next to him as he took the hand to shake. "Well, take a seat, youngster.  I tell you, if I was as young as you, I would be doing a bit more.  But I'm old and tired.  Too tired and stubborn to leave my house, but at least these Osirion interlopers have respect for an old veteran.  The officer in charge of this area drops in to chat and make certain I'm doing well every few days, and patrols come by fairly regularly.  Not that they would show up in time to stop any hellspawn that chose to come after me, but hopefully they would mop up those that didn't die on my sword.  You know that devils really dislike silver, Charles?"