Silver Insanity

"It looks like he solved an equation of strength... I think. Blood is a terrible writing medium..." the professor peered at the inner casket and frowns a little. "I believe that strange star had more to do with sealing him in here than anything else, at least until it broke... which i...

"Oh, uh, Mister works fine. or you can call me wallace - I was a professor, but it seems like most of the others here have stopped using that title, so I shall as well. I don't, know of anything in advance that we need to be looking for? But I might know what happens when I see it, if that make...

"Oh, yes! Um. At least a little... the creature that got summoned was called a Nightgaunt? There wasnt a whole lot on it - oblique references, and references to books referencing it. I know some though... "As for the sigils, they prayed to some omniscient blind God? Or all-seeing might be ...

Berkley is a little bit behind. He is juggling notebooks and muttering to himself, the tip of a closed Umbrella dragging in the mud behind him. He looks up to wave at the inspector and repair man. "Hello! I'd do a lot for a good cup of Joe. How is the exhumation?"

Berkley starts to make his way past Kim, and then pauses for a moment, and frowns. "Um, ah. Sir? You're, you're uh, being followed." He does actually pass his hand through the Augustus' sensor, looking a little worried. "Is that okay?"

"Of course, Hawkins. I, uh, should probably go and get to the library... get these runes examined by someone, anyway. Maybe they'll prove to be a lead?" Berkley frowns and shakes his head, rubbing his neck. "I am glad to be of use... certainly, I hope you would not hesitate to call if...

"Oh, yes, um, I suppose you're right..." Berkley shakes his head and rubs his eyes, but carefully etches an extra line to each glyph, the same line in every page, before peering at the cellar door. 'ah. Um. a-are you sure? Perhaps he has some notebook, or some indicator as to either where ...

"Oh! Yes, I had heard that the construction of such a... thing*.. was beginning... what's a cellphone? " He ahems, shaking his head and looking about. "It isnt, math, exactly... but uh, there are elements, equations here. It's some kind of broken geometry in some ways... the symbology...

Looking over Grain's place with Hawkin's seems like the most likely place to go, at least in my view. The records are also a good place, but those aren't likely to be time sensitive in the way looking over a crime scene is?

"I..." the dumpy man starts to say, giving a small whimper. "I would much rather be home, teaching my students and, and taking care of my garden... b-but, you guys need me here. And I cant go back anyway..." He sighs and nods at the inspector and handyman, before drawing himself ...