**I really shouldn't involve the kid. But at this point, who else would believe me? Certainly not my brother! And Mary... God, I didn't even know where to start with her. But maybe... maybe someone who's point of view is just a little bit different...** Scriber sighs. **Yeah. An artist who doesn't know what's what anymore and a cross-dressing kid against the whole of Faerie. This'll work out well.**
His eyes glance to the books scattered across his desk, the authors' names like a guiding light: Rose, Campbell, Briggs, Froud, Keightly, Erhardt, Purkiss... There just seems to be so much information that he doesn't know what to make of or what to do with. **Well... they say faeries will favor fools, poets, children and drunks. And I can't think of anything more foolish than to just go ahead and do this.**
His decision made, Scriber pulls out his cell phone with his free-hand, and starts typing in
toby_dc's number. He tosses the student's slip of paper onto the table and holds up the business card. The phone starts to ring, and the artist waits for an answer.. 