Malakai Chmelyk // 'Volos' (volos) wrote in utr_logs,
"I had bought the supplies when I was trying to ferment my own sanguine. That enterprise went to hell quickly, so..." He shrugged offhand, taking another drink for himself before rescrewing the cap and stashing it away.
Glad there were only a few steps off of the man's stoop to the street below, Malakai managed it with only a few small bumps into the witch, half of which were intentional. Once on the sidewalk, he looked around, before swinging them to their left, back towards the portkey. "Where, exactly, are we headed?" He meant once they were in Russia, and tried to make that clear in his tone.