"You got it. Can't have the one without the other. Learned more from 'em than I ever expected," he says, overly free with information in some ways, but tantalizingly secretive in others.

But even Jack feels his tongue starting work harder than before, as if something has oiled its hinges. "Though a lot of stuff I've learned in the field. Ain't always been working in artifacts dealing. Lately I've been working in ...security, I suppose, handling alien threats. Been working out of Cardiff for a while now, keeping the locals safe from the less friendly things that like to wander in from time, and at times, keeping the aliens safe from the locals. About the weirdest thing we've had inspired the city's own version of the 'alligators in the sewer' myth. We're not sure what they are or where they come from, but imagine if you will, a humanoid creature, a bit taller than the average human, flatter face, wrinklier skin, a lot less hair and with much larger and sharper teeth. Imagine small packs of these things lurking in the sewers and around the docks of the city; usually they avoid humans, preferring to scavenge whatever they can find - and trust me, these things can digest most anything, though they prefer a nice piece of meat, regardless of freshness..."