On the second day, fancy pants introduces herself. He's eating his usual dinner of burger and fries when Francis accosts him. Archie stretches his neck to the side, spotting her companion at the periphery. Three tables behind him, tacky shirt is poking at a soggy serving of french fries on her serving tray. The diner has enough customers for Archie to hope they wouldn't dare do anything.

"Are there others like us here?" Francis asks. No need for awkward silence to linger. Straight to the point attitude. Brains of the pair, concludes Archie.

"Here?"

"Sunset Bay..."

He shrugs. "I haven't been here long enough to know. Besides the Ravens and the occasional nether spirit, not a lot like us, no."

Archie wonders if Perla is to be blamed for this unwanted intrusion. The poor forest spirit can be naive at times, driven by her kind's innate generosity. Too much kindess is never a good thing. It can bleed one dry or, bring suspicious individuals to one's path. Exactly right now.

"You should talk to Llua if you're planning to do business in this side of the coast."

"Llua?"

"Llua the Black, this whole area is under his protection."

Not that he himself ever bothered to reach out. Llua's ragtag group stopped pestering him to join only last week. And that was as much information Archie was willing to extend.

"I'd suggest you leave before he and his friends get a hold of you." He downs the soda, crunching the melting ice cube between his teeth. The frigid chill a temporary distraction from the migraines. "They don't take kindly to outsiders."