[Introduction] He Who Dwells Upon the Mountain, Guardian of Hearts,

[death_dawg]

The police had called in a pick-up late that evening: a would-be storm-chaser taking a video camera out to film the thunderstorm that had hit the area, who'd gotten himself struck by lightning

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[killedthesnake]

Perhaps later, Mister Jacquel might come upon Neville in the library. The wizard is seated in a comfortable chair, a tankard of ale on the table beside him and a book in his lap. He's not certain food and drink are allowed in the library, probably not, but he needed to relax and it was an easy remedy. He also needed to figure out why some of his marijuana plants were dying, hence pairing the drink and the book.

[death_dawg]

Jacquel has been poking around the library: he's not a scholar, or at least not as much of one as his partner Ibis was, but he enjoys a good tale.

He can't help smirking a bit at the tankard of ale: Ibis would likely fuss politely about this, but he's not about to get on his case about it. "Excuse me, are you the head librarian hear?" he asks.

[killedthesnake]

Neville looks up and is already chuckling. "Hardly," he readily admits. "I'm not sure there is one, even. But I can try to help, if you need it?"

[death_dawg]

"Much appreciated: it's a big library," he says. "My partner would be in his glory if he found his way here. He's jotted down the tales of some of our people and others who found their way across what used to be called the western sea."