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[color=0072bc]'These folks work hard.'[/color] Hardwick replied to the fairy man. [color=0072bc]'It's only fair that I pay them their dues.'[/color]

He was vaguely aware of a gnawing sense of panic in the back of his mind. It screamed. It told him to run away from this place. That it wasn't natural. That if he stayed here any longer, he'd have another Chicago on his hands. He downed the rest of his drink, and the panic returned to a dull murmur.

Content that his demons wouldn't be coming back to torment him anytime soon, he got up and walked towards the fairy man and his companions. [color=0072bc]'James Hardwick, Private Investigator. And you are...?'[/color]