His brother looked tired, but that was from a lack of sleep brought on by too much silence. He was used to sleeping with the sounds of the city, the hum of computers... Never this eerie silence.

Vergil was sure the words were meant to be a sword of their own... He had done to much. He pushed off the chair and mover to the counter. Something in a sugar jar was dumped on the counter. Something crinkly. He carried the almost to large jar over and held it out. "It has a seal, the best tou will find in these parts." His herbs were already dried it would be fine.

"And that is why I lived in an apartment through college. I hate dorms." Of course he went to college. "There is a man nearly seven foot with bull horns... He's rather nice." He shrugged some "and a blue haired girl they call Barbeque fork." He explained with a slight shrug, crossing his arms over his chest.

"How about a lead? Would a dried left work better than notebook paper? There are oak leaves dried out in the yard."