Utterly Mad

Seb takes a few minutes to quietly appraise the photographs, his wolfish amber eyes narrowed with concentration, mulling over what Mrs. Margret had said.  Yes, he knew all too well the dangers of careless meddling with the strange and unknown anomalies of this world.  Subconsciously, he massages his left shoulder, but catches himself and stops abruptly.  With a sigh, he takes another drag from his flask. 

"Yes, let's do that." he says to no one in particular, only half his attention on his surroundings.  He gathers the photos into the folder and takes it with him as he exits the bar, staring off into space.