PLATDB 8 - More Information Although there's no major plot spoilers, there's a few little references to Professor Layton and the Lost Future, as well as random stuff from Skyrim/Oblivion. So if you're seriously intent on having no tiny revealers, read this when you've finished!!
Back at the Layton residence, it was lunchtime, and Flora was making one of her usual inedible concoctions. It actually smelt alright considering she didn't really possess ....
In the front room Clive, Layton and Luke were all plotting their next move. Raising his hand, Clive suggested :
"I think we should wait until Rosemary comes back with information!"
The Professor nodded his head in agreement.
"Yes Clive, that's a great idea-"
"Hm? What on Earth was that?"
The three heard more series of thumps, then the door open nicely after. In walked Rosemary, who'd clearly composed herself before walking in.
"Professor, I have information!"
"Oh? Please tell!"
"Descole... He's a practiced Mage"
Louis' RevengeJames Hunter dragged his tired black boots up the wooden stairs. They creaked along with his sighs; every heavy step, every cloud of air that escaped his lips, every blink of his hooded eyes only said one thing : It had been a long day. Now, was a time for relaxing in his office, that overlooked the port where he proudly serviced the Royal Navy. Finally climbing the mountain that was the staircase, he tapped his door open and hobbled inside. His office? Dimly lit, but cozy. His desk? Trapped in an angry sea of papers and books, with the odd ink stain swimming in between. The large armchair behind him? Inviting. James took one measly glance at his work space and shrugged. Surely, sleep was more important than signing meaningless papers that didn't even apply to him. He sank deeply into the soft armchair and raised his feet to the chestnut coffee table that faced his desk. He was truly feeling Heaven on Earth. By God...
In the very same room, blinked long, jet black eyelashes, that