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Scott was finally through to his destination. It was odd the mixture of admiration and total superstition one can face in the crowded streets of a town like this. Stopped here for being suspicious, stopped there so that a youthful scholarly fellow may pester him about his third theory on negative plane morality, stopped again for being an abomination, though too fearful to be attacked. There was so much to see in the city. Though he just wanted one place.

He stepped through the doorway and caught himself a bit of a strange sight populating in front of one of those necessary little prodigies. He scritched at his head as he let out a soft chuckle. Well heroes, this was an information center and they could all be about getting info for different things, but he doubted that. Nothing is ever really coincidence, stop the universe and map all the motions and you could pretty accurately predict the next twenty years,

"Something tells me that assassination attempt wasn't an isolated incident."

He turned off to Chelsea giving himself a seat and laying his bag on a chair nearby him so as not to lose access to it, just in case an assault came about in this place. He worried a bit too much, but he had dealt with people trying to kill him before, and if that last girl had got him with fire or acid or liquid freezing agents then he would be in a much more dead than he was used to. He caught his eye on the little figurines,

"Got one of those for me, or is my appeal a bit too much of a gamble. Wouldn't be surprised, had a rather surreal experience getting here."

His history with the two was rather simple. When he woke up dead he was more than a little confused. Even though he already knew who the Trefoil Knot was, and the lowest rung of their organization he had never taken any deal they gave seriously and thus never actually knew how to locate the truly important figures at the top. A short trip to this town where a genius little girl well known around the technical circles as a little prodigy. He found out she didn't quite know about them either to his own dismay. Though she did know who did. Off to the master of information himself who pointed him in the direction he needed to go on the warpath. He had returned once or twice mostly for Chelsea who's youthful and radical mind was always an interest to compare theories with, but hadn't truly needed Joshua again until right now.