DRUID.

    _{It wasn’t unusal for such a response to come after a such a casual introduction such as zheirs. The redhead supposed that in the future it would be best to save the fact that zhey could sense other’s abilities and species after a moment of concentration in a thought bubble until the proper amount of trust was garnered, but that was for next time certainly.}

    _{The more pressing matter was this man; zhey didn’t know who he was. Only that he carried an immense amount of power within and there was darkness in his soul. But was he a threat? That was the real question.}

    _{“Well, I’m what you might call… ‘complicated.’ More importantly, I am a Druid… one of the last remaining true practitioners I’m afraid. As for how I can tell what you were, the signature you give off is quite loud so to speak- it’s a wonder that nothing else in this area has reacted to it.”}

                         _{———❝ I WASN’T AWARE I EVEN HAD A SIGNATURE. i only notice when others have one. ❞
the pain at his neck, like a fire burning once more. he’d been scarred there long ago, its significance still remaining as a sort of dowsing rod for the supernatural and arcane. he often times ignored the pain, instead seeking out the occult on his own terms. here, however, the occult sought him out. stranger things happen everyday.}

         _{❝ my name is elliot. elliot kaufman. ❞
german, as the name indicated. his accent was hardly noticeable beneath the many years of practice. still, it came out when he let his guard down, which hadn’t quite happened just yet.}

❝ i’m a jew, and despite the diaspora, i think we might be a little better off than the druids numbers-wise. ❞
he smiled at that, crossing his arms to clarify his statement. 

❝ my magic and my religion are two very different things. i like to keep the peas separate from the potatoes. ❞