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[u][b]June 24th, Old State House
[@Reflection] [@Epsir]
Giuseppe Messana[/b][/u]

The detective sat observing the statues around the house before nodding to Caster, a fresh face full of optimism for the war flashing bright as he tipped his hat like some cheesy 1930s detective. He walked voer, picking up an amulet in his hands, being able to feel the magical properties of the item already, without even doing further investigation he could tell manco had infused these with enough magic to protect him from assassin. Just as he was about to call back to Manco, he felt a shudder through his bones as his eyes narrowed. No, nothing magical had breached the field.

Just something tedious

[color=8493ca]"Oi caster, get ready....we've got company."[/color] he hushed his voice down, wondering how thin the walls of the state house were. He really should've done more research into things that weren't Incan or Aztec. God if he told Manco he mixed up the two he knew he was mince meat. [color=8493ca]"Nothing serious...locals, ya gotta help me give them a scare alright?"[/color] He gave him an okay sign with his hands and opened the door.

As the light burst in through the black door and took Giuseppe by surprise, he tilted his hat to allow him some shade, to recover his sight and observe the congregation before him. He looked over for his renovations sign but couldn't find it and he let out a sigh. So these were the arrogant tourists he had been warned about. With a rub of his temple and a hidden smirk, he titled his head and looked out to all of them. [color=8493ca]"EH can I help ya? We got some work goin' on over here and this ain't stuff ya can just walk in and interrupt! Fine though, don't want to leave any of you in the dark with your history, come on i-"[/color]

He beckoned them in and cut himself as he walked in, snapping his fingers and looking for Manco. Time to give himself some entertainment before the murder investigation started.