Perceptions had once again changed as he sat behind his desk at the Inn. Reports of the day were filtered on his desk. lani was careful to give him only those things that would be of the most value. He flipped through some of the black folder items that had been specifcally seperated.

New reports of small and seemingly random acts of violence were beginning to come to his notice. The description was interesting, the methods were unique. A blacksmith's report was something that got put into a special pile upon his desk.

He leaned back in the chair, turning slightly as a wall of monitors slipped slid down an invisible track from someplace above. He rested his left hand upon his knee, while the right scrubbed lightly at his chin. He studied the monitors a few more moments before turning back to the papers on his desk.

This was all to odd, at the same time, all to familiar.