'Maelden... That name sounds familiar... But then again, it seems the sorts of people that write these books all seem to have the same sort of mystical sound names... Probably a job requirement or something...'. He was talking as much to himself as he was the old man, letting the piece of paper he had been handed turn back and forth between his long dexterous fingertips. Daniel, it was safe to say, enjoyed the sound of his own voice.<br/><br/>'Cursed huh? I've lost track of the amount of times I've been cursed you know - seems every day I've got someone or something cursing me. I think they have all sort of stacked up outside, and can't get through the door... Either way, it sounds like a start. Perhaps... Perhaps I could take it to the Guardians and see if I can get them to help us.'<br/><br/>He wasn't so sure they would help, at least at first... It sounded like they were having problems of their own if they had turned the old man away, and he knew well enough from previous experience that if he wanted their help then he would no doubt be forced to help them in turn. No-one seemed to do anything out of the kindness of their hearts any more...<br/><br/>'Why do I get the feeling that we're on a boat heading right towards that iceberg?' he said with a half hearted smile as he rose along with the old man, looking to shake his hand yet totally missing his opportunity as the man turned and made his way away from him in silence. 'Ok, nice to see you again....' he said to himself as he knelt down, scooping up the rather heavy box before straightening once more and making his own way out of the church and back to his awaiting car.<br/><br/>Once outside he noticed the wind had picked up just enough for proper theatrical effect, the wind whistling through the trees that had been previously inhabited by the birds he scared away earlier - a couple of leaves shed like tears from its branches. With a little difficulty his fingers found the handle of the cars bonnet, opening it up enough to dump the box inside before closing it once more - keeping the large book to hand as he made his way into the drivers seat of the car, closing the door and opening the book against the steering wheel.<br/><br/>'Right - lets see what we have here then...'