<div class="floatleft">(http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7190/6918329441_71dc17c694_s.jpg) </div><strong>Name: Todd Williams</strong><br/><strong>Race: Witch</strong><br/><strong>Location: Murphy’s Tavern </strong><br/><strong>Time: Day 1, Evening</strong><br/><strong>Tagged: Leona, anyone</strong><br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Todd leant his forehead against the glass window of John Carter’s office and looked over the city. 30 stories up gave a nice view not that he was particularly interested in the view. Without turning his head, “You’re sending me to Utah?”<br/><br/>The rich cultivated voice of John Carter answered him. “Yes.” To the human world John Carter was a investment consultant but to Todd and the other Moryth he was the Regional Director and thus his boss. “To Reedland which is so small you blink driving trough it and you have missed it. To join an agent Leona Smith as her new partner.”<br/><br/>“You sum it up quite accurately.”  Todd turned and looked at him, oddly enough he always reminded Todd of that actor James Mason. Not a lot was known about John Carter, that he was English was evident by his accent, unfailingly polite and well mannered and always impeccably dressed.  Other than that it was just rumour although Todd some times suspected that he was transferred from England for some dark sin.<br/><br/>“So why this dump and why her?” Carter regarded him steadily as he asked the question before he answered. “Her as your call your new partner because you need the balance of experience and grounding that she has. As for the dump because we have obtained information that the Archons have an interest in the town.”<br/><br/>That was interesting, “So what are the spooky fangs up to there?” Carter sighed, “If we knew that we would hardly have to send you would we. The only information we have is that it may have something to do with the mine.”<br/><br/>The Todd laughed, “Let me guess she is a Earth witch.” Carter gave him a nod as Todd continued, “Figures if there is a mine involved. So when do I leave?” Then Carter smiled and looked at his watch. “I had a bag packed for you, the greyhound leaves in a hour?”<br/><br/>“A greyhound, no flight or car?” Todd asked looking puzzled. “No, they check the flights, car rental as a matter of course just as we do. The Greyhound is anonymous and agent Smith will have a vehicle. Now I suggest you get a move on.”<br/><br/><br/><br/>So here he was in the pimple on God’s arse which was apt because his own backside was sore from the 3-day journey by Greyhound and hitched rides. Todd picked up his menu and studied it, what shall he have for his evening meal.<br/><br/>Then it was up to his room for a long soak in the bath wash away the stains and aches of travel. Mind made up he ordered and then leaned back with a glass of wine. His new partner was due to arrive today and other than her name Todd knew little about her.<br/>Things could be interesting or a pain, it depended on what kind of agent she was.<br/>