Pancakes on Bacon Pancakes

It is time to sit down and clear my thoughts. Make a timeline of things. Collate data.
I need to procure some items, and fetch some of my stuff from storage - these adventures are dangerous. More dangerous than I'd have guessed! That tentacle thing almost killed Evan in the room with the well. Thankfully mom's gear fits me pretty well. I don't think she's worn most of it in a decade.

Anyway, what do I know?

Harbingers. That's what my visitor called his... bosses? The people he works for?
They - from what little the others said - seem to not be able to do these jobs by themselves, as that'd draw too much attention. So there are other players in the game? Presumably working at odds? Mr. Wexner seems to have been at odds. And powerful, otherwise he'd not have had a goddamn tesseract gallery. That's supervillain stuff right there. Magic supervillain. A trap that has devoured several people before us, if the remains were anything to go by.

I can think about the implications later, for now I have to prepare. I'm gonna need to adjust my go-bag, if this will happen again.

I really hope it will happen again.

Back in Quebec.

The familiar cold is, really not that comfortable. I didn't make any money but I feel stronger. This new gift has probably made me the best thief in the whole town. I make my money now by breaking into places, it's incredible how easy it is if you've got a tool that fits through basically any gap. Just got to watch for cameras.

I eat and sleep better now, not well mind you, just better on average. I guess you could call me a professional squatter, taking advantage of a good old fashioned housing crisis.

My wishes feel a bit empty now, is taking revenge really all I want to achieve? I'll have to think on that.

I spent a day hanging out with MG, helping out at the gym. He's doing well, got a new girl, lucky bastard. Things seem to be serious between them. I tell him to think it through before he does anything drastic. He tells me sometimes you just got to live a little, risk a little to achieve something great. Hell, I know he's right, I don't think I've ever thought things through.

On my way around downtown I grab a guy's wallet, couple bucks, enough for a proper burger, and thought, life isn't so bad right now. I can do what I want, go where I want. The contracts are going to start coming in, I can feel it and with that more power, more money.

I look forward to it.

For now the Portrait will be hanging out at my home where it has space to be unfurled so that i dont feel this strange touching sensation and its relativlesy safe.

Though i need to make precautions in case of fire, waterleakage or theft. this will keep being a problem of mine most likely for the rest of my days if the magic of that dungeon doesnt wear of after some time, though if so why would they have wanted the portrait of that guy if there not using it in that timeframe.
Should keep an eye on the news about him, if he croaks in a few days or weeks than i can assume that the portraits do lose their power relativley quickly.

Aynway it seems that magic i was promised was deliverd, this could be usefull in the future but i will need to incorporate this into my attire somehow.
Should be doable.