[D.F.I.]

"What are you looking at?" Gregorian shouted. All the onlookers stared at him. "Hmph."
The barkeep returned from the back, and saw the ashes on the floor. "Killed them, did you?"
Gregorian nodded. "Excellent. They caused my business to go downhill." He handed him back the bottle. "I say....." he scanned Gregorian from top to bottom, "Are you a Blood mage? I've never seen one in these parts before."
"Yes, I am. One of the last. Hmmm.....you look familar. I may have seen you before....."
"No. Please leave this establishment." The barkeep hurrily pulled out a cloth under the counter, and hastily started scribbing.
Gregorian placed a bag on the counter. "keep this. It's payment. There's about five hundred units of elvish diamonds in there, Davion."