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He sits down and wonders how to start. He opens his mouth though and starts talking. "Since I turned seventeen I've been operating in the city helping stop small stuff. It was never anything that would bring me under anyone's attention. Two months ago I got word through this guy I buy my home supplies for creating wards that I've needed since I was a kid up that this group of guys had been shaking down some of the smaller pawn shops that On occasion get a few magic trinkets in. Small harmless things. I decided to step in and tell these guys to stop it or I'd drag their asses to the cops. It didn't go as planned. Two of the guys were normal. Third guy was a practitioner like me. Older and more experienced. Felt different too. The fight went bad though. One of hi cronies saw my ears and thought I was a faerie, so he tried stabbing me with a cold iron knife. Crazy. But it distracted me long enough to force me to spend the next few days chasing them all over the Bronx. When I tracked him down he called me a stubborn kid and said if I tried getting in his way again, I'd be sorry. I guess I am but I don't think I ran into him again. I've just been chasing down these weirdly constructed creatures that keep cropping up around Central Park. They...feel earthy but wrong."