"Aw, c'mon, old man." Neo whined as he puffed smoke. "Just fuckin' tell us what d'ya see back in Charlie's crib and spare us the thrill. 'Cause honestly, I'm pissed, not thrilled. Amateur mo'fo's lik' dat guy ar' the reason why e'erybody's going inquisition up our asses. I ain't happy 'bout it."<br/><br/>Morgan sighed. "His manowial house has become a desolate weminde' of his wo'k when he was alive. Massive vines as la'ge as twee twunks have covewed it, so much that it will take days befo'e the vegetation will be cleaned. Only then that anyone can entew the Ve'non Manow."<br/><br/>"So wha's so scary 'but it being covered by huge-ass vines then?" Neo was curious and confused.<br/><br/>"It's what's inside that scawes me." Morgan drank more of his brew. "I looked at it fwom afaw, and I have felt as if the'e is a gweat abundance of magical enewgy inside it."<br/><br/>"And?" Neo raised an eyebrow.<br/><br/>"It is not of the good kind." Morgan directly said. "It feels as if wants to explode, to escape from the cage that was cweated in that old manow. I know nothing of what it is, but I would not dawe to know mo'e."<br/><br/>"Shit." Neo interjected. At that point, the implication of Morgan's description the current state of the Vernon Manor disturbed him. "Dis Charlie guy done fucked up. Shit will go sideways fo' this town if anythang gets outta' dere. So why ain't ya' leavin' anyway, ol' fart? Get outta' Luzziane or somethin'. Why?"<br/><br/>"I have no sou'ce of income." Morgan said. "Nobody hewe wants to buy this old wickety and diwty house. I am meage'ly living off being a wag-and-bone man."<br/><br/>"Welp, that explains why yo' tea smells like grass." Neo shrugged.