I thought, what would Leonard answer to such a question? Some kind of furry beast, apparently from the Dead Swamp, my grandfather still hunted such. And Devlin? I think he would know what this monster is called.

- At eight o "clock? I clarified.

- Good.

I said goodbye to the masters, who remained to discuss some of their business, and went to dinner. At parting, I caught a strange look from the curator: either regretful, or preoccupied with something. However, if he did not joke exotically about my heredity ... Maybe that's why he's worried.

Silence in the office. Maitre Olsin is staring at his young colleague.

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