G. Squid, Private Eye

[geckosquid]

As the sky becomes a subtle shade of cool orange, I notice that the shadows are longer than usual. The streets of Mavenholm are quiet tonight; every step I take is amplified in the evening air. The cobble beneath my boots is moist with condensation from the fog that is now beginning to set in, wrapping itself around every facet of the city like a comforting yet eerie blanket. An anonymous group of characters sullenly mopes out of the local tavern, their eyes constantly darting back and forth, watching every shadow as if it could jump out and grab them. Groans, hisses and the rattling of bones can be heard as the creatures of the night come out to play. Something... Or somebody... Slinks across the road, brushing up against my coat sleeve. When I look for the cause of the disturbance, nothing can be seen. Somewhere uncomfortably close, an eerily human scream echoes into the unanswering night. This land needs something to believe in. Something that lets them sleep soundly at night with the knowledge that they have nothing to fear. Something they can look to in times of despair. A hero, if you will. A guardian.
They need me.
I am G. Squid, Private Eye, and I am here for the safety of Kiwike.