"Carnivale? How delightful," Samuel says, takin' a look at the people heading by. Ain't got a huge crowd, sure, but it looks like a few people at the Miskatonic decided they were done all at once. Mentions runnin' inta one before an' I shrug. Not sure 'xactly how many there are runnin' round, but wouldn't be the first time people ran inta someone they knew before in Excolo.

"Depends on when, I guess," I say. "Bin here a year already. Carnivale Diabolique?" I point back towards the bridge. "Just over the Pontarlier and a few minutes downroad."

He smiles. "Quite a town you've got here, Deputy. Not sure I've seen anything quite like it." An', hell, it ain't my doin' so I ain't proud but it's damn good ta hear.

"We manage," I say, grinnin'. "Between the river an' the post office, it's pretty central, ya know? An' there's the library, up on Main, an' the wind farm..." I shake my head, but I'm still smiling, and look 'round. "Mean, hear we ain't a patch on some places, but ain't doing bad... Er." Catch sight of someone familiar comin' down Main Street.

"Nice ta meet you, Brother Samuel," I say, touchin' my hand ta where my hat'd be. "If you'll 'scuse me? Think I need ta go see ta somethin'. Feel free ta stop in," an' then I turn my attention ta the lady comin' t'wards us.

"Mrs Wilson, what can I do for you...?"