Duncan looked at Mr. Morris standing on the first floor with some surprise, astonished at the other's disheveled appearance and the obviously unusual expression on his face.
He slowly came downstairs, greeting the old scholar, "Good day—what's happened? You look as if you've run all the way here braving the wind and the rain?"
"Dun... Duncan, Mr.," Morris finally snapped back to reality, putting aside the mysterious blonde lady for the moment, taking off his thoroughly soaked hat as he stepped forward, "I need your help... I don't know how to explain this to you, nor do I know if you'd be willing to intervene, but... I've found Doomsday Preachers operating in the city, altering the history of Plunder. I..."
The old man paused, suddenly faltering.
