The Normal Times

House Usher

I spent the last week working casual surveillance at the Cremorne, and how do I describe it? It’s the jewel of Rook Island, an entry-level Highland town the new money types like to move to. If you’re a member of a House or at least have a close relation that is you’re treated like gold. If not, you’re treated with indifference, to say the least. I love their food and am treated well because of who I have been there with and because I go so often. The two Watchers are excellent at their work. For successful surveillance one must seem to belong at the site, but also must be unremarkable enough to avoid excessive attention. Unfortunately at the Cremorne, this means my Watchers are regarded as nobodies and quarantined to a single dining parlor. 

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