January frowned a little when Ryder told him about how Quincy had cashed in a debt for some werewolf muscle to back him up on a job. Just as Ryder said, this sort of thing was not like Quincy at all. Up until recently, he'd been chasing a 'cure' for vampirism and staying mostly out of the games played by the Bay's various supernatural community. But now here he was involving himself with mysterious keys, lycanthropic henchmen, and paramilitant thugs. Just what had Quincy gotten himself into this time?

Ryder's offhand remark that Quincy carried a fae scent caught January's attention. Quincy had been rubbing shoulders with the fair folk. It was a vague lead, but a lead none the less. "That narrows down my search quite nicely." January said to Ryder. "Thanks for the tip. If I chance upon any of the guys you gave to Quincy, I'll do what I can for them. Catch you later, Lucas." With that said, January left Ryder to his business and returned to his car.

January got back into his car and began driving through the city again. He'd picked up the trail now. Quincy had been near fae shortly before going to Ryder for help with a job. Perhaps this job had been given to him by a prominent fae. What January knew for certain was that Quincy recently had dealings with the fae. All January had to do now was find someone who knew something about the matter.

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January hits the streets again. This time in search of fae who had been in recent contact with Quincy. He rolls a [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/21719]6[/url] in the attempt.
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