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Andrew's at a table with several books, none of which seem to have what he's looking for (and also with a finally standardized narration-dialogue style, of which he is of course entirely unaware).
At the moment, the largest of the books is open in front of him. On one page is a detailed woodcut of a tall gaunt figure with deep-set eyes; he's currently reading the facing page, and making notes in his pocket notebook. And possibly muttering a little under his breath.
Distractable, but also entirely likely to start talking shop. Ye be warned.
[Chronology note: All threads below come before Crowley's except for Wesley's, which has been millitimed to a few days later.]
At the moment, the largest of the books is open in front of him. On one page is a detailed woodcut of a tall gaunt figure with deep-set eyes; he's currently reading the facing page, and making notes in his pocket notebook. And possibly muttering a little under his breath.
Distractable, but also entirely likely to start talking shop. Ye be warned.
[Chronology note: All threads below come before Crowley's except for Wesley's, which has been millitimed to a few days later.]