There's something about coming to Taxon that means you have to at some point get accustomed to the fact you will without a doubt come across people or beings that you never in a million years would back home.

So, you adapt. You get an insanity filter installed in your brain right the heck away, and you deal with it.

But even an easy going guy like Mick has a limit. Corpse-like vampires with wings and arethosehooves? and allusions to 80's fantasy...fair enough. But nonchalant throwaway comments about murder and soul devouring takes the cake.

He gapes. And then he shuts his mouth, and tries again. "...you know, unless you give me some kind of context, that's not gonna impress me a lot. What is this, a pissing contest I didn't volunteer for?"