Gust stumbled out of the tavern, falling into a puddle of Crimson, the ever-present, blood-like liquid that pooled in corners. As he staggered to his feet, the Crimson flowed off him, burning his skin where it had touched the liquid. He shook his fist at the now closed door.
“I said I would pay you!” He half slurred, half shouted at the door.
It was dark, twin moons hanging in the sky, with buildings looming overhead. A lantern went out, dropping the street into darkness.
I should probably go find some Aqua, the non-drunk part of his mind thought. He pulled a flask off his hip, and took a swig. The burns on his skin sealed up, leaving a bluish tint to the healed skin. He pulls a vial of Ebony, the rarest of the six Substances, and casually tosses it over his shoulder at the door of the bar. The door bursts inward, and erupts in black, tar-like flames.
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