The artifact was secure in Arven's pocket, wrapped carefully in cloth. It felt warm against his hip, and if you listened very, very carefully, you might hear it buzzing.

Arven recalled seeing a copy of the Prophet on the breakfast table at the Fudge's home in Sussex, the headline blaring WOLF-MAN FOUND IN BARTONBURG. It had been a rather cruel piece to which Arven had not given the time of day, but as he entered the museum and caught sight of Mr Charles Operine, he could not help but think so it's true. Arven's heart went out to him, but he quickly tried to shake off the sympathy and focus instead on why they'd arranged to meet today.

"Good afternoon, Mr Operine", he greeted gruffly, approaching with a friendly hand outstretched.