[hr][center][color=slategray][b][h1]Harry Kingsfield[/h1]
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Harry stood back and watched the elderly man leave him alone in the forest. He never did mention his name, did he? Maybe Harry just missed it. 'Old Hunter' would have to suffice in his notes for the time being. But he had a feeling that awkward conversation wouldn't be the last time they'd have to talk. Ominous premonitions aside, he had notes to jot down over everything that just happened. Harry reached to grab his pen, but noticed that he was still holding the scrap of cloth. The Private Investigator took a long look at the thing before stuffing it into his breast pocket.

When he had finished his short-hand chronicling of the past 10 minutes or so, Harry was left with the all important question: What do I do now? The sulfurous smell was gone, so that course of action was gone and the chances that those teenagers were still hanging around where they were was close to nil. A glance to the sky indicated that he still had a bit of time before sundown, when he'd have to leave or risk too much unnecessarily. He didn't have much else open to him at the moment, so he set off to get a good mental map of the Lake and see if he could find anything else noteworthy.