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[The video cuts on to show a well-dressed man, his collar loosened but still sporting a tie under a nice vest over which he seems to be wearing a shoulder holster. The fedora he's wearing is cocked to the side slightly, and while it may be a little over the top, it somehow suits him.

He doesn't smile when he starts to speak, but there's an earnest honesty in his olive green eyes that keeps his expression from looking too severe.]

Hey, Genessia. It's been a while.

[He shrugs as though to say that isn't his point and continues.]

For those of you who don't know me, my name is Ronan O'Connor. Back home, I was a detective with the Salem Police, in Massachusetts, if you're familiar with it, and yeah, that's the town that got a bad rap a few hundred years ago for executing witches. Turns out they were actually spirit mediums.

I felt my experiences there gave me enough knowledge to help out around Everglade, and though I'm not on the deputy payroll anymore, I still have a special place in my heart for that town. It was my first home here, and honestly, it's the most like Salem of all the places that make up out little settlement here.

What I've saying is Guardians and their deputies have their hands full most of the time with administration, but I'm still here, and I'm open for business. My going rate's 125 Redbills a day, plus expenses. It'll be itemized. No job's too small.

If you need a detective, look me up or just reply here. I'll get you taken care of.

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[Currently, Ronan is running his business out of the back room at Terra's flower shop in Attleton. Feel free to swing by and see the sign in the window!]

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[Ronan raises an eyebrow.]

Nah. I wanted to talk to you about something, anyway. [He stands, moving toward the back door.]

There's no reason to let you suffocate, though. Let's step out back.

[Besides, I can smoke out there.]

[Toby nods and without another word follows Ronan out the back door. He feels his muscles flex when he steps outside as if they hadn't had room to breath within the small building.]

What do you want to talk about.

[He looks over at Ronan smelling the cigarette over everything else in the alley. It's surprisingly clean for a back alley and it smells like flowers and other discarded plants.]

I got contacted by the Guardian of Everglade, says he's got too many cases and wants to fork them over to me for a fee.

[He pauses.]

There's a lot of 'em.

[You're going to have to get to the point faster Ronan.]

And?

You still looking for work?

I don't have a job.

[Which means yes.]

[He nods.]

If you want to look over the files he sent over, they're back inside.

Are you done?

[He nods to the cigarette. It doesn't take a werewolves nose to know that he isn't allowed to smoke inside, that or he doesn't out of courtesy. Either way, the smell doesn't cling to the store the way it clings to Ronan's clothes.]

[He nods, tossing the cigarette down and snuffing it out with his shoe before turning to head back inside. He takes a seat as his desk and uses two hands to pull out a stack of folders Fai had brought by earlier from his desk drawer, setting them on the desktop and looking to the werewolf.]

It's just a couple cases, really.

[Toby looks down at them and then slides one of the folders off to take a look. He isn't a big reader and there are a few words in the file he just jumps over but it's hard to tell judging solely by his expression.]

Sure.

[Anything that involves tracking things down is Toby's specialty.]

This doesn't look to hard.

[Ronan nods.]

Sounds like a plan. So, partners, or are you working for me?

[Toby raises an eyebrow.]

Partners.

[Though Toby will always be a trained dog.]

[Ronan holds out a hand for a confirming shake.]

Partners.

[Toby smirks and then takes his hand. He isn't a handshake kinda guy but that's okay. He'll make this one exception.]

You have a case now or are you gonna call me?

I have a mound of paperwork Fai dropped off. [He shrugs.] We can get started whenever you want to.

I have no plans.

[Ever, he never has plans.]

[He just nods, pulling out a stack of folders.]

What else is new?

[Toby ignores Ronan’s comment and beings glancing at the folders. He takes the one from the top and flips through the pages.

This is a lot of stuff. No wonder the Guardian is having trouble.]

[Ronan nods, not able to even follow how the guardian dealt with half of this.]

No wonder he needed to create a force, right?

Yeah.

[Toby's answer is a grunt in return. He closes the file in his hand before looking back at Ronan. He doesn't know about the other files but the one in his hand is missing some information.]

I'll start with this and see what I can track down. [He isn't smart but he can follow his nose.]

[Ronan nods, rising from his seat to show the large man to the door.]

Sounds like a plan, Toby. Keep me posted, alright?

Yeah.

[Toby raises a hand towards Ronan as if to tell him that he will. He spends enough time around Everglade he'll probably pick up some information without even trying.

He steps towards the door, not really one for long goodbyes.]

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