Mr. Fishburn arrives at the Elysium very early in the evening, just a few minutes after dark. If anyone is around, and has seen him before, he looks quite different. He is still wearing a very sharp suit, but the dark bandages that covered his face are now gone. He has a very bland appearance -- not ugly and not handsome. Almost a rugged quality that you might find on someone who has spent too many days out in the wild.
He tacks a small note to the board:
Fellow nightstalkers,
I offer to you a time of bartering. I am willing to trade knowledge of a certain physical ruggedness. Seek me out, and let us parlay.
-Mr. Fishburn
He will then take a seat near the board and read the evening newspaper.
As the night wears on, Mr. Fishburn realizes that the city must be too busy to bother with Elysium. He leaves his card on the table near the note board, and leaves.
Lenore, out walking the city, decides to visit the Atrium. When she enters, she sees a stranger reading a newspaper. She is wary, but curious, and approaches the stranger. "...Hello?"
Mr. Fishburn folds his paper in a swift, downward motion. "Hello, young lady. I don't believe we've met." He stands, looking over Lenore from top to bottom. "I must say, I haven't run into too many women who are quite prepared for war, like you are. It is a unique and refreshing change. But I'm being rude! I am Mr. Fishburn." There is something definitely odd about him--a definite odor of death and decay which does not match his social demeanor.
"Oh, no one in particular, friend. I have made an offer to the city to teach a gift that I have in exchange for. . . well, whatever bargain we strike! If I may be so bold, which family do you represent?"
Lenore tilts her head, birdlike. "Savages. Although, to be fair, I don't represent the family. I'm just of the family...you know?" She extends a hand to shake. "I'm Lenore Greyfell. What is it you're here to teach, maybe?"
"A fine and noble family, Lenore. Unfortunately, what I have to teach is something that comes naturally to your family." He takes the offered hand and shakes it. "Perhaps some time in the future, I will be able to offer something else."
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