"One that differs from ones work," he adds. "Yeeesss," Rus draws out the word. "I want them to look as realistic as possible." H flexes his fingers in anticipation.
Rus staggers back, miming being hexed, then grins hugely and takes a large swallow of scotch.
It takes Alf a moment to work this out. "Er, rightyouaresir. See, it's not just my money." He looks around again. A blind man would know he's telling secrets. "I run a bit of a ring out of the pub see? And if your friend," he hooks a thumb at Rus, "is as good as I think he is, we can make a pretty penny, him being new around here and no one knows him."
"That is entirely beside the point," Rus tells him, still affronted. "That was skill, not magic."
Well, it makes sense to me. Whether or not we can get Rus to agree is another matter entirely. ;) Nope, I meant Nation. That would have been a waste of money for me. :( AR is too straight-laced for our own good. :)