<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/6f/Oswald.png)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Oswald Hardinger<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>The Collegium (Chairman)<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 3rd, 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The London Royal Apothecary<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Agatha, Elisabeth, Onneca<br/><hr/><br/>A stormcloud brewed over Oswald's head.  It wasn't a literal one – this time – but it was apparent to those who'd met him even casually.  Oswald was a temperate, reasonable man.  He rarely wore his emotions on his sleeve, but this morning he bore them openly as he trudged down the street.  His gaze lifted, and he passed the lovely ladies at their morning tea.  He paused long enough to tip his hat, and then drew to a pause, his brow furrowing even more deeply than it had before.  A notion had crossed the genius's mind, and for a long moment he simply regarded them a distance it would be improper to shout from.  He offered a small, friendly wave of his hand, a new idea set in his mind that seemed to overtake him, and he swept off with renewed vigor in his step.<br/><br/>A ways down the street, the graybearded scientist disappeared within the bakery.