conversations.from: system
conversations.value: In a city like this there's always those crimes that fall between the cracks. Eugene Schmidt was a private eye with a penchant for solving the truly unsolvable. Eugene was also known for handling cases that had a less than mundane air about them.
  
  Eugene's most recent case turned out to be his last. Someone, or something, didn't take too kindly to him sticking his dinky human nose were it didn't belong. Thing is, old Eugene saw it coming.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: All Crimes, All The Time: ..."Home" to eccentric private eye Eugene Schmidt, *All Crimes, All The Time* is the name on the sign. The door leading up is easy to overlook, it's small, recessed and tends to be overshadowed by the storefront below.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Benedict's Retreat: A very old cemetery, local legends holds that it was a burial site for many who had traitorous intentions in their hearts.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Saint Drogo's: Saint Drogo's cathedral was burned out several years ago. It has still served as place of refuge for the twisted, in mind as well as body.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Eugene's Office: For a bachelor, Eugene kept a relatively clean place. It's obvious the office doubled as abode for the old guy.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: High Class: You were born to a better station than most others. Your upbringing might have been stifling, but it definitely didn't lack for needs or wants.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: From The Wrong Side of The Tracks: What can you say? Your were born to harsh conditions. The doctor not only smacked you upon arrival, he held you up for bus fare on top of that.
  
  Like breeds like, and you ain't fared too well. It's a hard world, and you gotta be hard to get by.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Working Class Stiff: You come from a long line of hardworking folk. The notion of a honest day's work and an honest day's pay in firmly ingrained within.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: A Touch Touched: Something's off about you. While you (hopefully) are dangerous, there are times when you are certainly more than a bit deranged. Usually your ramblings are just that. Sometimes you seem to spout odd insights and keen wisdom.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Well Connected: Your standing in society at large does you a world of good. Velvet ropes and crowds part like the Red Sea for Moses when you walk by.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Elbow Grease: Nose to the grind stone, a rolling stone gathers no moss, and so on. 
  
  You are a force or action and aren't afraid of getting your hands dirty doing some honest work.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Smooth Criminal: You've got a knack for the illegal. Breaking into places, lifting wallets, small back alley scams.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Strange Insight: Your experiences have exposed you to strange and unusual things. Some of these have left lingering affects on your mind.
  
  You can delve into the internal abyss of your own mind for bits of wisdom you shouldn't have.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Rap Sheet: You've done time, a good bit of it. Your face has graced more than a few mugshots as well as wanted posters plastered all over the place. Sure, you might be out legitimately at the moment but it still causes all kinds of problems.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Unhinged: Sure, you've seen a lot. In fact, you've probably seen too much. Sometimes all of this awareness makes it hard to handle things.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Solve The Murder: Who killed the detective? Was it them? Her? Him? You?
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Agent of Justice: You have always had a sense for Right & Wrong. The Right need to be protected from those who would do them harm. The Wrong need to be held accountable for their crimes, even punished when necessary.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Power & Authority: You have a way of compelling others to follow your words.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: My Way Or The Highway: You are used to getting your way. When you don't, you've been known to lose your cool...
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Set In Your Ways: You aren't prone to changing your mind easily. Call it stubborn, but you like to think that you aren't the wishy-washy sort.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Wad of Bills: There a few woes that some well administered cash won't alleviate.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Matches from O'Malley's: O'Malley's is a bar, formerly a speakeasy from back in those dark times of Prohibition. The matches are mostly present.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Bag of Bones: And twigs, and stones, and some sort of pungent herb. Weird.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Skeleton Key: What does it actually go to? What *doesn't* it open?
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Revolver: It only has a few rounds left, but who knows when you might need them?
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Holy Water: Some priests bless water for their parishioners as well as others who might have need for such.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Shards from a Mirror: There's a few, but there's also obviously some missing. Not that you can repair it to an original state, right?
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: More Mirror Shards: They seem to fit in some of the missing places of the frame. It still isn't all of them though.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The Last Of The Shards: The few remaining slivers of glass that fill in the gaps of the old mirror.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Ornate Frame: An exquisite frame, presumably to hold a mirror. But where is the mirror?
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Albert Loftlyn: Lanky and awkward, Al's the lawyer overseeing this whole Last Will & Testament thing. Truth be told, it looks like Al drew the short straw down at the office on who got this assignment.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Brother Jakob: Self-titled. Jakob dedicates himself to helping those who dwell at St. Drogo's. Word round the campfires is that he's trying to work off some sort of penance or guilt. Other word tells that he's a dangerous fellow on the run, trying to hide among the other outcasts of society.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Skeletons In The Closet: Or ghosts in the graveyards. Same difference, no? It seems your investigation has stirred up the restless shades of those who've shuffled off the mortal coil. It might be a good idea to find some way to silence them again.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Putting the Pieces Together: It all makes sense now! Or does it? Wait, that's not how that goes, you got to twist it this way. Right? Right?
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The Chase Is On!: Brother Jakob seems to be shy. In fact, he's taken off at the sight of you lot. This whole interview thing is getting harder by the second...
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Sifting Through the Ashes: Someone, or thing, has made quite a mess of the urns in the mausoleum. There's all manner of lines and patterns drawn in the mess, but what could it mean?
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You Do That Voo-Doo That You Do So Well...: So all of this mumbo jumbo stuff is for a ritual! Now how do you make it work?
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Charming: Honeyed words and graceful airs will get you almost anywhere, darling...