Avalon (ATTN: Henry)

Zilker had arrived in five minutes, and took a seat at the bar, waiting to see who would take the designated table.

Active Spells, all Cloaked:
Supernal Vision, Transform Aura (Sleeper), Misdirection, Aura Perception

Henry arrives after eight and a half minutes. After stamping out his cigarette on the sidewalk, he walks into the bar, and goes to the bartender, asking for a pitcher of water, and a bottle of beer. Once he has both, he heads to a table on the left-hand side, puts the pitcher well in view, to make the signal clear to the Epopt he expects, and uncaps the beer. He immediately takes a small swig, and waits for his rendez-vous, all the while nursing his drink.

Henry looks at the man, and answers with little emotion or inflection. "Henry. It's a pleasure, Zilker." Although his voice makes it sound like as much of a pleasure as vacuuming.

He takes a look around, to make sure noone is within easy earshot. "The FCC bigwigs have asked me to take a look at the sheer vulgarity on display in this city. I thought it'd be polite to introduce myself first." The first part is, of course, Guardian double-talk, which amounts to 'magisters have asked me to look into the vulgar magic', while the second part is merely half-truth.

Henry answers with a meaningful circular wave in the air, indicating the surrounding sleepers. "Exact titles are best left for other venues. Suffice it to say I've lived in half a dozen hierarchies in the country, and seen a lot. If you need to reach me, use the south-west corner of Pi'th and L street." An old dead drop system, cracked by orders in a few consiliums, but simple enough to be effective.

Henry takes a swig of his beer before continuing. "Consider me introduced. On to business : I spotted a lazy on the way here that needs to be introduced to stone walls. There someone around here to slip him into the system?"

WW2 is over? Pff, next you'll be telling him Santa's workshop isn't a secret Soviet nuke launching site. Which it totally is. Guy dresses in red and has a bunch of lowly, identical workers in his shop, it's not hard to put two and two together.

"Name's Ryan. A kid, Sac U student. Got a few books in the mail, with a weird note signed 'H'. Leather bound, with a lock drawn on one of the covers. A Mysteriumous lock." The 'um' is pronounced quicly, to make the word sound entirely innocent. Henry takes another swig before going on. "Been nosing around ever since, and some of the sources he drew up might actually be half-decent. Someone tried to drill bullets into him, probably because of the tomes. Someone that aimed too well, and ran too fast. Last I saw the kid, he was headed downtown to meet some woman, Tyria Primoria."

"Sure, why not." Henry shrugs. "You know the corn maze around here better than I do, though. If the kid keeps digging around, he'll either need to get some convincing answers, or I'll have to make him stop asking questions." The implications of that last are less than pleasant. "I assume the curator's smart enough to keep her mouth shut?"

"Sounds dandy to me," is Henry's straight to the point but oh so archaic answer. "He'll never even know I'm there. If he gets shot at again, any Arrows owe us favors?"

"Works for me. I'll get them a message through you. Any way to reach you aside from the phone?" That last word is said with something akin to disbelief, like it's something that's just not done.

Spoiler:

'Old trick. Pi'th and L carries less risk.' is Henry's response in the same medium. Physically, he rolls his eyes, and says. "No worries, I'll be there. But if you see me around, then tell me, because I'm doing something wrong. You have my thanks for such a short notice meeting."

Henry's attempt to return the favor slams into a steel wall.

Spoiler:

Zilker gives a half smile, and tips his beer at Henry, before getting up and returning to the bar.

Henry shakes his head with a similar half-smile. "Show-off," he says as he gives a small salute with his beer bottle. Once he's done with he bottle, he drinks a glass worth of the water, and leaves the rest while he heads out the bar.