found Mr. XX with the help of k9-agent Gwyllym. second floor above pawn shop. his job is coming up with restrictions and bylaws to spoil fun. i congratulated him. then i sat in the chair opposite and stared at him. didn’t say anything for 15 minutes. that did the trick. i could smell his fear. k9-agent G enjoyed stale pizza. level 2 in a few days.
hope office not fallen apart in my absinthe.