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[Street]

"I don't suppose so, no," the gnoll says with a shrug. "You're free to go."
"Well then, officers, I bid you a good night," Sticks says with a deep bow before setting off down the street. There was work to be done. Flowers to be sent to the young ladies who had been injured on his watch tonight. And last, but not least, there was a drawing he needed to show the thing currently imprisoned beneath his shop...

[Eastside Hospital]

It's here, most likely a day or two later, the tall man appears again. He'd heard the old rumors before this noisier nonsense began - that the place was haunted. Of course, given his state of relative retirement, he'd had no intention of going meddling with angry spirits. Circumstances have forced his intentions to change. With his shop under repair and a great deal of questions on his mind, it's here Sticks goes for answers.

He isn't yet sure what to think of the newest stories petering out from the nameless ruin. Either of the supposed threats - the monsters or the invisible foes - could be Fetches. Or they could be merely rumor - the only thing waiting for him dust and shadow. In either case, he is fearful.

But when isn't Sticks fearful?

The old magician - for today he is one of the Magi, not a simple toymaker - approaches the entrance to the hospital dressed as subtly as possible. Ragged working clothes beneath a colorfully ruddy patchwork cloak, he appears as nothing more than a beggar, or perhaps a particularly shady street merchant. Such a ne'er-do-well has no right to the powerful, perceptive eyes that dance and spark beneath the hood of the cloak.