Feed: The harsh scent of tobacco set Ferd's nose hairs to bristling. Right. He hadn't had a smoke in nearly a month. He'd been avoiding it out of respect to a companion on his last case who had been attempting to quit.

Ferd shook the man's outstretched hand, noticing his choice of words, accent, and general posture. If he wasn't a criminal then he either lived amongst them, or was intentionally putting on the persona of one, though the latter didn't seem likely. He seemed to comfortable. Not that Ferd minded if he was a criminal. He'd worked with really baddies like serial killers, and in comparison mafia members and dime a dozen crooks were pleasant folk to be around. But all the same he did like having a feel for what sort of men he was associating with. Plus the man was making no great secret that he was also appraising Ferd. Ferd half wondered what the man would deduce about him.

Releasing the man's hand Ferd responded, "A little, I met Jeremy in person a few years back." Fees adjusted his coat a bit tighter around him to fend of the chill, thankful for the overhang of the porch fending of the rain, "He told me a bit about the whole thing back then, even showed me the map he mentions in the letter. Though he wouldn't show me the letter from his uncle then, said he'd misplaced it recently." Feed shrugged, " Supposedly his uncle was some sort of unsanctioned archaeologist, a tomb raider if you will." Ferd paused, the tabaco still tingling in his nose, "Could I trouble you for a smoke, and a light?" 

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The city of Arkham drones with the noise of the pattering rain, and the bustle of daily life, all muffled slightly by the perma fog that crawles through the streets. Locals have become accustomed enough to the fog that they can generally see just a touch farther in it that visitors. 
One such local was leaning against a building at just that distance from 1111 South Curlew Dr. watching the front door very carefully. With a fat cigar clutched between his teeth he grinned toothily as a second figure joined the first on the porch of 1111 South Curlew. Good. This was good.