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A world much like our own.



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Silas adjusted his glasses on the bridge of his nose, and furrowed his brow as Madison spoke. “No, no… I wouldn’t mind at all. I’ve been looking over some things, but…” He paused, bending to grab one of the books he had knocked onto the floor and then opening it on the desk. “The bit about Fel is worrisome.”

He thumbed through the pages, searching for something specific that he had previously overlooked in his searching. “I was thinking, or well, had been suspecting some kind of hydra or Scilla-type cross, given the blood color. It was very characteristically sea-monster-ish, in nature. Or perhaps some victim of the aforementioned’s venom, or a wyvern-bite, maybe but…Ah! Here—” 

His hand paused in it’s searching, holding open a page with an image of an old cuneiform sketching. “If Fel’s averse to it— her, sorry— If a Fallen has a grief with someone, it may be that something very old’s gotten a hold on her. Send me whatever you have.” 

Silas slid the book so that it sat directly under the desk lamp, and placed the lizard from his pocket on the page to hold his place. The little green animal stretched, looked up, and then sunk down under the heat to bask and nap. 

“I’ll do some more digging," Silas said, starting back toward the shelves only to be stopped by the length of the phone cord and fumble back a step, "But watch the um… The new cryptid? The mystery guest? Whatever we’re calling her, watch her. Carefully. If Fel think’s she’s bad news, I wouldn’t overlook it.”