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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]

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.