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"Well, I don't know about a lizard, but I believe our hermitic Fenpelok friends might have a— no? The sea people, Lottie?" He parses your expression. "Do you really only know them by 'fish'? That's horribly rude, but— well, in any case, they have their own cultivated system of belief. I won't go into it, for the sake of timeliness, but their own vision of the apocalypse... let's see... is that the sun will be knocked out of the sky and into the water, evaporating the ocean and leaving them all to suffocate and scorch and so on. And in the aftermath the world will become all white, from the salt and bones. Highly gruesome. The ones I've had the pleasure of interviewing called it 'Sun Day'— they're a very straightforward people. But, in any case, the Sun Day is supposed to be invoked by a tall white individual of a fishy persuasion. Fins like this." Horse Face indicates a halo around his face. "Scales, of course. One eye, it's possible. I believe they call him Harold."
"...Herald?"
"No, no. Like the human name. Harold. Now I will concede that there is a substantial possibility I was the target of a practical joke, or if nothing else that there's a private cultural title they would not disclose. But they were very keen on blaming their misfortunes on Harold, who sounded like a bad character."
Are you the target of Horse Face's practical joke right now? You don't know any fish you can ask. You don't make friends with fish. (They're all gross and scaly. And they eat human flesh, maybe.) Er, unless you count Felicia, but she just happened to be on your heist twice... and you did save her from getting murdered for no reason, you guess. You wish you knew where she was. You wish Richard was back already, so he could distinguish truth from Horse Face lying through his tooth gap.
Anyways, though, you guess you'll file this away in 'possibly relevant.' "Uh... I guess that could be related..."
"If you encountered yours drawn from the front-on, a sea-person could look rather lizardlike! That's my best hypothesis. Where did you first hear about it?"
Showed up in your dream for no reason. "None of your beeswax, Horse Face. Have you heard from Henry?"
"Henry? Have you been in further contact? Don't answer that one. No, I—"
He's cut off by a piercing whistle: Eloise has two fingers in her mouth. (Damnit. You guess you'll check back in tomorrow about that, and maybe his weird gadgets too.) "Hiya, folks! Thanks for showing up! We're just doing your standard tent, no frills. You've seen 'em, you've been in 'em, you live in 'em. I don't expect any hiccups if everyone follows my instructions, all right? If you're not a rules-follower, now's your chance to clear out."
The crowd shifts, but nobody leaves. "Fantastic! Love to see it. Even with a standard template, this is always touch-and-go, so your participation is <span class="mu-i">appreciated.</span> Now!" Eloise swings her arm up. "I need you all to turn around and check out that tent back there. Really study it. Go on."
