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Gordon stood in the crowed as the king gave his speech bored through most of the opening of it. He had came more because he felt obligated to than really wanting to, he would much rather be back at his house... office reading the new book he found. When Nephilim where mentioned though that caught his attention, quickly opening his notebook to an empty page he started recording the conversation and his own thoughts. At the same time he tried to make it through the crowed, he had to talk to the king. Paying more attention to this book than where the king was he didn't notice the man that had came on stage but he heard people's reactions. He knew why people didn't like the man but he just didn't get why it mattered they where helping.

Once the speech was over Gordon tried to get to the king yelling "I have to talk to you about the Nephilim!" but the king was quickly rushed into his mansion. He sighed "Guess it's time to go home then, maybe I'll try calling him tomorrow." Stuffing his notebook into his pack he shoved his hands into his pockets and walked back to the office that he called home. "Home sweet home, I guess." he murmured to himself as he walked through the door, taking his pack off and hanging it next to the door and pulling the notebook back out. He was on his third notebook and it looked like all the others, pages sticking out, tape all over it keeping it together, tattered, and he was running out of pages in it. He sat down in his chair and opened the book he had been reading and the next page in his notebook.