Linwood threw a few dollars on the bar to pay for his beer.  Being a Pentecost summit, and the time of day, the place was empty.  Halfway through his beer, and still undecided on what he should do, Danny showed up. Before Linwood could speak, the bartender accosted him, probably out of boredom.<br/><br/>After the exchange, “Barfogle,” Linwood laughed, “I’m alright… I suppose. This shoulder is killing me.” He stretched his arm and winced at the pain.  “You don’t know anyone goes by the name Flowers by any chance do you?” he asked trying to discover the origin of the book.<br/><br/>Waiting until the bartender was out of earshot Linwood continued, “See, I found this book, and it knows things.  It told me where I can find..." Linwood thought it best not to tell everyting, after all he just met Danny... or Barfogle... and still didn't know if he should trust him.  "Anyways, I think I need to go to sleep and meet a Grimalkin.