“Well...” Max began, leaning into the bar as he looked upwards, mentally filing through his experiences. He wasn't sure if he ran into quite a few situations because he was a werewolf, and sometimes did seek the weird out if he thought he had to deal with it, or if that was the norm for someone who knew what was happening. He didn't have the benefit of ignorance to explain shit away anymore.
“I ran into a hydra, once,” he began, looking back at Markus, tipping up a shoulder like it hadn't been a big deal, “but it wasn't a real one, even if it looked and hit hard enough to be real in all the ways that mattered. It was some... transformative magic attached to a cursed mask. It was easier to deal with than what Hercules went through, but cutting off its heads worked.” The werewolf shrugged. “So keep an eye out for creepy masks and shit, I guess?”
God, all the advice he could think of felt vague like that. Keep an eye out for weird shit, not the most helpful, but pretty vital.
“I ran into a hydra, once,” he began, looking back at Markus, tipping up a shoulder like it hadn't been a big deal, “but it wasn't a real one, even if it looked and hit hard enough to be real in all the ways that mattered. It was some... transformative magic attached to a cursed mask. It was easier to deal with than what Hercules went through, but cutting off its heads worked.” The werewolf shrugged. “So keep an eye out for creepy masks and shit, I guess?”
God, all the advice he could think of felt vague like that. Keep an eye out for weird shit, not the most helpful, but pretty vital.