>>5747345One more thing, you add as you keep a watchful eye on what little you can see of the area around you, what can he tell you about Libby?
“That she’s a pain in the ass!” Chuck shouts over the roaring winds outside! “But she’s all I’ve got… when I heard she was coming tonight-”
Hold on, you frown as the truck rolls over what you hope wasn’t a body, he didn’t know she was coming?
“Not until she texted me once she got off the damn ferry… said something about ‘<span class="mu-i">ill tidings</span>’. I’d hoped I could keep an eye on her once the shit hit the fan, but here we are…”
His brusque voice goes quiet as the anger slowly drains from his face. “... she’d <span class="mu-i">better</span> be okay out there…”
<span class="mu-i">Ill Tidings</span>, you repeat, the hell’s that supposed to mean?
“Witch Crap.” The old man shrugs. “She’s been into it ever since her mother passed away–doesn’t help that they have all this shit on the internet about it now…”
So is there a chance she can… y’know, handle herself?
“Not unless someone lent her a gun, nope,” Chuck sighs. “She’s always been good at staying out of sight, but that magic crap of hers…” He shakes his head. “Look, that bitch Rivka told me to tell party guests that those monsters were ‘<span class="mu-i">conjured</span>’--old Indian God bullshit.”
You blink. Why?
“My guess is she thought that’d be easier to believe than her research–not to mention you’d be running around all night trying to find the items for the ‘<span class="mu-i">Ritual</span>’ she invented… it’s a good thing you took a trip down that mine!”
Sure, you sigh as that knot from before returns, <span class="mu-i">great</span> idea…
>CONTD. 