The wearied traveler moves with purpose from the gangway of the Athos, the cable-gram tightly clenched in his scarred left hand...tick-tock...steely eyes and sober ears drink in all that is now New Babbage...his pace quickens slightly to catch a passing growler.
"Clockhaven, my good man and be quick about it."
The traveler takes his seat and slowly closes his mind to the world around him...tick-tock...his hands methodically finger the cold metal of the twin Webleys he is seldom without...the last round accounted for he easily reholsters, his movements the practiced acts of a machine...tick-tock...a slight grin splits his cruel lips.
"We're 'er gov," the cabbie calls. The imposing figure steps from the growler.
Someone familiar might have returned to Babbage...but Something NEW has arrived.
Mr. Wexhome is a bit of a mystery, evidently by design to protect himself and the town from something tied to his past. He has endeavored to keep his relocation secret, but always manages to end up catching a little of the spotlight.
It is known now that he has knowledge of weapons, warfare, and a cold, experienced demeanor when engaged. Nothing more is known concerning this...or anything else about the man...
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