You see a very tired Vaughn hunched over a table, puffing away at his cigar as he rubs at his temples. he doesn't seem to notice you right away, his attention fully directed down to the papers strewn out in front of him. Curious what he's up to, and why he seems to stressed, you give a light cough, turning him to glance back at you.

"Ah, hey there..." He mutters, his tone sounding more somber than usual. Well now you need to know what's wrong.

"Heh... You been under a rock this whole time?" He smiles weakly, shrugging, "Half the city's under some kinda curse or spell or somethin'. I couldn't tell ya, magic's never been my thing, ya know?" He sighs, pushing his hair back, "Neither's inventin', really. That was more my kid's thing but uh... Well, guess who got hit by that spell."

You can understand the stress he's been under, perhaps there's something you can do to help?

"I'd appreciate it. See, I was thinking we could find some kind of way to.. I don't know, counter their nightmares with somethin' a lil' more pleasant? Problem is, I got no idea how to even begin approachin' that. But hey, if you've got any ideas, I'm all ears."

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