After Dark

[GreyCat]

Tyler sighed and resisted the urge to cover his face with his palm. He had forgotten just how much of a bookworm Leon could be. given the opportunity. And this lady was giving him all the opportunity he needed to geek out. He wasn't up for hanging around while Leon delved in to the intricacies of the elvish grammar and tongue. Oh, look at the time, he need to go do that think that he had to do that wasn't here right now. "Show her the Elvish grammar texts I ordered in last week," Tyler suggested in an offhand manner as he ambled off. Hmm, may be time to upgrade the spacial spells he had on the store room and library (his store really was bigger on the inside that the outside. He just set up the shelves in a confusing enough manner that people never noticed.)

While Leon was busy garnering him more income, he headed back to the main counter to deal with other matters of high importance. Like his daily nepetalactone shot. He needed his brew of nip to get through the day. And no, he was not hooked to it, he could quit anytime he wanted to. Just... not now, he thought to himself as he sipped his tea. He idly surveyed the costumer base from his counter front vantage point, watching as yet another stranger came in. It was going to be one of those days.

[Dad]

[[b]America, New Port, Rhode Island[/b]]

Warden was about to begin a new chapter in his life, but it would be a number of weeks before he would receive his property from Germany. For now, he would make use of his pocketed funds and begin his new life here. And what better way to start a new life than quietly amongst a new book? Strolling down the crowded streets of New Port, he came across a quaint little store titled "Stained Pages".

"Clever," he thought to himself. With the scent of fresh brewed coffee emanating from it's doors, Warden couldn't help but chuckle.

With a stride in his step, Warden poked his head inside the store, and quietly walked in.

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[Meanwhile, in Berlin. . . .]

The elder Were who had not but a few days ago, flew Warden to America, found and delivered a coded message to Warden's former mansion front door. He was greeted by three men in black suits, black shades, and black ties. Giving them the letter, he quickly nodded and turned back to the street, where his car sat. Hurrying to it, he placed his hand on the car door, but suddenly, sank to the ground.

One of the men in black coats whispered into his collar. "The message has been intercepted."