Oh boy. Magic and energy and evil and curses. Years ago Reynard would hear 'curse', pick up his bags and move onto the next town. Nobody's got time for evil or magic. Especially not an old man like Reynard who brings enough trouble with him without walking into any more. In the Nexus, however, it's difficult to avoid at least some of these things.

So Reynard sighs, takes a hearty swig of his drink, and then straightens. "What does this energy do? And is it in the Nexus?"