"I hope so," Felix bemoaned, "I certainly am not looking forward to going back to convince her any time soon." 

Felix pulled up his robe's sleeve, and looked at his manadial, a multipurpose watch that could keep track of what time it was no matter where the user was as well as send and receive telepathy conversations to other manadial users as long as you had their mana signature saved. 

"Confound it! It's fourteen-hundred (two o' clock) already!? I'm burning day light!" Felix reached into his robes and produced the parchment with the names scrawled upon them. The next on the list was Deston Douglason. The address next to his name was a homeless shelter in Chicago. Felix turned towards Nemo, "You'll be alright if I leave you here right? It costs more mana to transport more people and i have a lot of people to transport today, so I would rather keep the load light if I don't have to babysit you." Felix let out a sigh and said, "I trust you to keep your word here. So don't let me down." 

Then with a flick of his finger he created a crucifix glyph in the air and walked through the rift disappearing from sight.

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[@Skelace] The rift dropped Felix in an alleyway near the homeless shelter. Before leaving the alleyway, Felix did a quick appearance illusion spell to blend in with the homeless people. Turning his robes to a drab green wool coat and tattered jeans.

Felix used his manalysis to locate Deston. It just so happened that he was right outside the entrance about to enter the shelter. He appeared to be caught in thought, so he wasn't moving very quickly. 

Felix shuffled up beside him.

"Do not be alarmed, Deston Douglason." Felix whispered quickly. "My name is Felix Glasius. I am an ex-Arch-Magi, now marked as an apostate by the Catholic Arcanocracy. If I could have a moment of your time, I have a bit of a proposition for you."