He shrugged and splayed his hands, obviously having reached the end of his tether when it came to information and research. This wasn't his specialty. "It vomited fucking oil on us. It looked like a floating skeleton in black robes. It had an awful laugh. It was immune to Dark powers, and seemingly weak to Holy, obviously. What else do you wanna know?"
Their drinks (one beer, one mead) now arrived, and this time he did detach his attention from his sister in order to thank the waitress. Rictor realised belatedly that she was pretty, and young, and thus took the opportunity to flash her a grin. The woman shot a shy smile back, and soon disappeared back towards the kitchen.