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« on: April 15, 2018, 01:39:06 PM »
I got off the train and was struck once more by the sense that I'd never been in a major city like chicago that had so little sense of itself or it's personality. New York, Boston, Seattle all had a feel to them that was missing in Chicago, a place that was less a city than a group of neighborhood that had clustered together on the edge of Lake Michigan.
Still there were good places to eat in the town and hopefully I could get dinner at one if warden Dresden's request didn't take too long. An expert in combat magic but a lack of formal education meant he'd asked for my help in deciphering the details behind ancient legends and texts. All from a collection of odd stones he'd found written in what t looked like middle east cuneiform but in an archaeological dig of local natives, which seemed to be laboring on a curse...If only Lord Carnarvon had called me in as soon.
An apparently middle aged man of non-descript appearance, he's a wizard living in the north east, working as a college expert in ancient languages and cultures. He has an annoying tendency to wear somewhat anachronistic clothing, not bothering to keep up with trends his fashion sense seems to have gone on hold sometime around 1944.