Faolan MacKenna, Sorcerer for Hire

Faolan was lighting a cigarette on the corner, checking his old watch impatiently. The cracked face and stilled hands were broken to anyone else, but they also assumed that watches were for telling time, and not place. He had arranged to meet someone here, and exchange a certain… object. A simple charm spell, for someone as good as him, but powerful none the less. It wasn’t a particularly nice one either. One guaranteed bolt of bad karma, stricken down on the target. Of course he

Then, the watch hands suddenly began to move. “There ya are…” he murmured to the object, watching the hands approach twelve. “Right on time…” He smiled, light blue grey eyes twinkling. “‘Ere you are sir… Jus’ give tha’ to ‘im an he’ll regret ever crossin ya wrong.” He said with a smile, handing off the wrapped bag containing his magic. The client looked confused, but nodded his head and handed him the money he owed, walking away without so much as a word. Good. He liked when they went like that. “An’ don’t open it before!” he yelled after him.

The Irish sorcerer returned home, hoping the man would heed his warning. He had a feeling he’d be wrong, but that was his choice. Anyone who tried to kill someone and opened a back of karma backlash was in for a world of hurt. But there was no sense in worrying now. Even if he had the sneaking suspicion he’d see on the news tomorrow how a man was got food poisoning, was struck by lightning, and wandered into the path of an oncoming bus. Not his problem though.