Jaklo sized up the new meat. He was even younger than him. If he was a hunter, which seemed unlikely considering the magic pulsing around him, and he distinctly smelled of strange ingredients with a hint of brimstone. A demonologist? An Alchemist? Either way the kid seemed massively underwhelming. Jaklo had heard there was someone supposed to stop by about joining, but now Jaklo was doubting Markiel’s judgement. It seemed more like they were taking in a stray than a new recruit. The kid was dressed scraggy regular clothes, not even good field gear, and honestly seemed like he wanted to run and hide just from a basic conversation. Jaklo stepped around Lenya, and approached the kid looking him up and down.

“If you think this is just a club for mages then you will be rudely awakened. So think twice before you sign anything. This isn’t a job you usually get to retire from.” Jaklo was cold and clear.

He made sure the message was conveyed and headed down to the first floor to discuss something with Markiel.

The warlock was standing behind the reception desk as he read from his new tome that was on the desktop. The sign on the front door had been flipped to say closed, an extremely rare occurrence. Mark muttered in Polish his face full of concern. Kelvin was on his shoulder and cawed when it saw Jaklo. Markiel looked up and instantly his visage changed to his normal positive demeanor.

“Jaklo, I din’t’ear you come down.” He said his accent now think having just been using his native tongue.

“The sign’s flipped. You never do that. Clearly we have something going on. Care to share?” Jaklo inquired casually.

“We noticed an irregularity. A strange weather front has been expanding from the north. It’s entirely unnatural. It’s been getting worse as it moves. It already has dropped the temperature twenty degrees and at the origin point the temperature is dipping into the single digits. I’ve been studying all I can, but I’m no closer right now. Seph is going to address everyone in a couple minutes. He just wanted to sort out somethings. I’ll get Maria. Please get everyone up to his office.” Markiel wasn’t foolish enough to try and sound cheery as he explained all of this.

Jaklo nodded and climbed the stairs back up. He grinned to the crowd.

“Seems like fate has given us great timing for the new arrival. We’ve got a case. Looks like you’re getting to see what we do first hand. Everyone needs to be in Seph’s office in five.” He was clearly mocking the kid at this point, but he didn’t care.

If this kid couldn’t handle this then how could he handle facing down a sphinx about to bite his head off or a vodoo doctor trying to dissect him. Jaklo headed for his cubicle and collected his things. He changed clothes into field gear. On top of it all was Visage. He pulled out Arcane Justice and strolled back to the group. Which had been joined by Glory with a basket of warm, buttery, corn muffins.

“OooOoo muffins!” Jaklo said taking two from the basket and chowing down.

He realized he probably looked like a pig and as such promptly justified himself,

“With great power comes great metabolism.” He said just after swallowing, “Anyway... Glory, we have a case so there’s a meeting in five in Seph’s office.”