December 3rd
9:43 AM, ET
The Wedge, Hub City

[@Blackstripe]

Hub City was as much of a shithole as Clayton had remembered, even after five years had passed since the last time he'd been here for work. To make things worse, the ley lines here were so goddamn strong that he swore even the Mundies could feel the power radiating from them, and he just knew that there would be dozens if not hundreds of people that would start to dabble in magics both light, dark, white and black. It would certainly be hell for whatever bastard had to manage those sort of things here. The big man sighed and puffed on his cigar, exhaling a pungent tobacco cloud before he looked at the apartment door before him. This was where the trail ended, and the Witchlight Lantern was glowing as bright as the sun as he stood there.

It didn't look like the place a superhero should have been living, but then again he also didn't look the part of a man who spent his life combating the powers of the occult and supernatural, so he supposed appearances were far from everything. Coming this far from home hadn't been his choice, but The Master had asked it of him, and he couldn't refuse his teacher. From what he'd seen from the reports from Germany, he could see why he'd been sent. A being with as much power as this one could be a force for great good in the world, or great evil if the worst were to come. The Master wanted to know the content of this woman's heart. Hopefully he hadn't brought the bag of salt in his pocket for nothing.

And so the necromancer knocked on the door, a quick, hard thump that would be sure that any inside would hear it. He didn't know what this young woman's reaction to a towering, broad bull of a man in a dark suit would be like, but he was sincerely hoping that it wouldn't be violent. It would be embarrassing to have to punch out the woman he'd been asked to interview because he looked like a thug. He sighed and stubbed out his cigar, setting it inside his coat and relaxing his shoulders to look as non-threatening as possible.