The Shadow Lord returns after less than a minute.
"Do you have a job?" the Shadow Lord asks.
"Epicycle Bikes," you say.
"You don't waste time," the Shadow Lord says. He disappears into the kitchen for a moment, then comes back with a business card that reads AL GOULTIER REALTY. The card has contact information for Mr. Goultier, and on the back, in unusually fancy penmanship, a Garou glyph you don't recognize.
"I am doing you a favor," the Shadow Lord says. "If you show him that card, Mr. Goultier will permit you to stay in one of his units starting immediately, as long as you have a job.
"Now," Elton says, "it's getting late, and I've neglected my studies."
You rise, careful not to knock any books to the ground.
"I respect your determination," Elton says, rising. "Call that number I gave you. And for what it's worth, I hope the spirits of Gaia watch over you."
He follows you back down the tall narrow steps, then closes the downstairs door, leaving you alone in a wind-blown parking lot across from the covered alley.
Another freezing night on the streets.
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