<<<20 Feb 2057, 16:02—Eye of the Eagle
(NAN II) >>>

Didn't get much time to take a rest between runs this time, which is a bit disappointing. I was looking forward to going home for a while and trying to put events behind me with a few sessions of intensive spell research. As it was, I only got the chance to visit my favourite mage bar, drink a bit too much (Guinness this time, not cheap whiskey) and drag myself out of bed the next morning to the sound of my phone buzzing in my ear.

'Wraith, it seemed, had procured us a situation. I'm beginning to worry about him--he's devoting entirely too much time to the day-to-day operations of running Dragon Security. I expect any day now to find him rearranging paper clips and contracting for coffee to be sent in. He's even bought bloody *plants* for the office. But regardless, he called to inform me that I should show up at the office at one o'clock for a two o'clock meeting, and that we had a client. Delightful. After assuring him that I would appear properly corporate (no mean feat considering the state I was in when he called) and that I would not embarrass him, I hung up.

The client turned out to be rather more interesting than I expected--I'd never met an Eagle shapeshifter before. She tried to hide it, but on the astral plane it was quite obvious. Fascinating individual. When she revealed her purpose for seeking us out, and the fact that she was pointed our way by "a mutual friend," I think she piqued the curiosity of all four of us. Especially considering the fact that likely "mutual friends" include certain presidential candidates (or at least their representatives). Joe, naturally, nearly had to be held back in his enthusiasm to accept our client's offer, but none of us were inclined to decline it.

We're currently approaching the Tsimshian Nation, loaded for (pardon the expression) bear and headed for a small town that apparently has a large problem. A "threat to the land" that destroys beings and the land itself, and caused by a Native American group--our current theories are running toward either something radioactive or toxic spirits of one sort or another.

We're experiencing a bit of a delay at the moment, as we attempt to decide what to do about the fact that a group of heavily armed individuals have just blown a hole in the bridge we were preparing to cross, necessitating what promises to be a rather lengthy detour. We made short work of the individuals in question (I finally had the opportunity to try out my Mana Inferno spell-- quite impressive!), grabbed one of the few remaining living specimens, and are now in the process of turning the truck around and identifying the best detour.

It's quite cold up here, and I don't expect that it will get any warmer in the forseeable future. Very curious to see what's causing the trouble up there, though.

Oh, yes--one more thing. Joe finally approached me about my behaviour of late, and I told him to go ask Ocelot about it. I don't know whether he actually did so, and I'm not going to ask.