A Feast on Skid Row

[Bleeds Well]

A shrug, Bleeds Well leans back against a dirty wall, digesting.

"You notice the busses are all exact on time now? Traffic downtown has been incredibly efficient. The city is just running... too well. Combine that with our experience outside of the Tur with the Roadwork-Ahead, I think something is up. Then there's that secret night club that popped up north of our grounds, like what's up with a secret club suddenly moving in.

Ya know, shit's just off, but it's not all bad."

[Hector]

Hector tilted his head as he listened; his eyes did not narrow this time - instead they shifted left and right rapidly as he thought.

"You are right. That sounds... odd. But not exactly in a bad way; not in a way we have to look into it."

He ran a grubby fingered hand over his whiskered chin.

"I guess we'll know if downtown is under an Influence if things keep getting more ordered. And if we bump into any more officious spirits like Roadwork Ahead. If that happens I guess we have our pattern and something to take a look at. Oh and I still want to hunt that fucking little spirit when we get a moment to gather our strength."

A note of anger slipped into Hector's voice.

"A secret nightclub? Nyah... I guess I can take a peek when I'm next in the area. Might be nothing or it might be something."

Not sure if these are plot seeds so I'll limit Hector's conversation on that point Let me know

[Bleeds Well]

The Rahu shrugged, "You're the boss. When you want to make a move just point me in the direction and I'll go drop kick whomever you need."

Definitely some seedlings getting spread around. Hopefully we'll get Noisy Bells back on track and get some plot going!

[Hector]

Good place to wrap?

[Bleeds Well]

The mountain man shrugs, "If you're up for it we can go stake the place out sometime soon and see what's going on."

"Thanks for sharing a meal, let's do this again soon." Bleeds Well rises and disappears down the alley.