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adam weiss doesn't just handle our attacks, you know. he handles a bit more than just that. he ensures things. ensures the safety of our little club.

he chewed me out.

fair enough, i suppose. i handled that whole henrietta situation pretty damn horribly. apparently, and this sounds rather familiar now that i think about it, i told triptolemus and zagreus that henrietta died. got killed, inadvertently, in the fight we had with the snowfall a few months back. (members of the snowfall had the occasional partnership with other people that work for the big guys, see. according to me the other day, this included a particular puppet.)

when triptolemus and zagreus looked into things, they found out pretty quick that henrietta is still alive, and now triptolemus is mad. wonderful.

(adam weiss said nothing on the matter of zagreus. i suppose zagreus doesn't much care what happens, does he? he's got no interest in the goings-on of his fellows. can't say i blame him. can't say i don't relate, either.)

that reminds me...

i don't recall if i lied, or just concealed the truth, but there's something i didn't quite explain too thoroughly. see, i was poor when i met jack, and my interest in the idea of gaining real magic was partially monetary as well as personal. he was very convincing in displaying his magic to me. he did every trick i could think of, common or otherwise. unless he had time to practice and set up a trick where he pulled an entire book out of thin air, anyways.

what i'm getting at is, getting signed off to the theater troupe of the gambling ghost was his idea, not mine.

lions prowling among men, wolves in sheep's clothing. those are the phrases. that's what they tell you, what they remind you. what they never let you forget until the day you die. what they never let you stop thinking of until your soul belongs to the lonesome one some call lazarus.

lions and people, wolves and sheep. predators and prey, devourers and meat. but lions and wolves? we need to eat.