Masks of Nyarlathotep - Chapter 1: New York City

[Festy_Dog]

Shorty looks over at Hamish. "Me brother and I could do some snooping around and see what we can come up with. We knows a few people that might have a clue about these crazies down in Harlem." He looks over at Father Joe. "We can meet back here in a couple of days if thats ok with tha Fatha."

Hamish looks at the strange objects once more. Those things were the beginning of something, the first cobblestone on a road to somewhere he wasn't sure he wanted to be. The effort it took to retrieve them suggested larger hurdles ahead. Shorty's suggestion to go mix with some folks they already knew was in a way comforting, even though you couldn't turn your back on three quarters of them.

"Yeah, be nice ta see some old faces. Catch up, see what's if we can pick up somethin' that'll help us," he agrees.