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[eastwood]

Phone | Voicemail

"You've reached Eastwood. I can't pick up because I'm busy. Leave a message."

In Person

Eastwood's shop is open to the public at all hours at the outer edge of Old Town, a small two story brick home. He rarely leaves his home, and if someone comes in the middle of the night, they only have to ring the small desk bell on the counter when they come in and he'll come down.

Comments

[nomercyshot]

[At the end of his shift, instead of bidding Eastwood a good night quietly leaving the shop, Percy lingers, seemingly debating with himself whether to say something, but then he turns to Eastwood, a concerned look on his face.]

Eastwood, there's...something that's been on my mind about what happened a few weeks ago. I didn't want to press it at the time, or so publicly, but I've got to know. Should we be worried about that message? The one that said "THE TIME IS NEAR"?

[eastwood]

[Eastwood's been busy looking over some old texts, reading them, then cross-checking in other tomes. He doesn't look up when Percy asks.]

Not for the time being. Some precautions have been taken already.

[nomercyshot]

Some? [That raises an eyebrow.] What else can be done? If there are other preparations that can be made, I can help. Whatever it is, I most likely have fought worse back home.

[eastwood]

Unfortunately - [He punctuates the word closing one of the heavy books.] We can't do much else.


[He pauses for a moment, considering. Percy's been an ideal assistant so far, and eager to learn. Maybe, maybe.]

A few months ago, after the Halloween festival, there was a news report. Did you happen to catch it, about a museum break-in.

[nomercyshot]

[That...is worrying, but he keeps that to himself.]

I had, actually, but didn't get any far in any investigation into it. The police kindly asked that I keep my nose out of it, and since I don't exactly hold any clout here...I had to let them. [Small pause.] Was...that connected, you think? The skeleton outbreak and the break-in at the museum?

[It certainly would be the kind of distraction to draw the most eyes to one place and not another...]

[eastwood]

[Eastwood thumbs along the edges of a book cover while he thinks. It's possible? Probable. He knows what was taken, is so so sure of the significance, but doesn't have the proof. Not yet.]

I have suspicions, but nothing I can prove yet. [He carefully turns to look at Percy directly, still in thought.] You don't strike me as the type to sit quietly and do as he's told.

[nomercyshot]

[He lets out a small laugh and folds his arms in front him.] Normally, no. No, I am not. But when one is in an unfamiliar place with unfamiliar laws and so few friends... Sometimes it's best to keep one's head down and learn first.

[He was...also waiting to see if Vex would turn up. She'd never let him live down her finding him in a jail cell again.]

[eastwood]

And how much have you been able to learn?

[While he knows Percy's definitely picked up a few things here in his shop, he doesn't doubt the guy's been a bookworm on his own time too.]

[nomercyshot]

Not nearly as much as I'd like. Though I have been studying magic here, so that is something I can say for certain I've learned. [Somewhat unintentionally, but it is what is and his opinions on magic has softened some.]

Aside from that, I know what you've told me about in the past. I've gleaned that certain red birds are trouble, but any time I've looked, I wasn't able to find any, nor have I figured out why they are aside from the obvious nuisances akin to what a murder of crows might make for a farmer. In general, I've gotten the impression that there is a good amount about this world that simply isn't public knowledge, and for good reason. I...understand such reasons, having done the same back home in my city.

[He doubts his people want to know about the tiny sphere of death below the heart of Whitstone, after all...]

And I'm willing to wager that the magic of this world and whatever secrets there are--known and unknown--have made sending us back far more difficult than it should be, or very well could be why we're here in the first place. [He shrugs nonchalantly.] Or couldn't be connected in any fashion.