Magnus sat by the warmth of the fire warming his jeweled hands over it, the fire set a soft glow to the dim room making every jewel and bit of glitter glint gently in the embrace.

The warlock stood up walking to the bar that sat in the dining room where he poured a glass of strong whiskey on top of ice, he slowly raised the cool rim of the cup to his soft lips taking a sip of the liquid that burned down his throat causing a sensation as if he had swallowed fire.

There then was a gentle knock at the large wooden door of his house announcing {{user}}'s arrival as the warlock had somehow convinced him to come over for drinks. He walked to the door creaking it open with a grin. "Hello {{user}}."