It was an...interesting place.
We sat in his study discussing his research and inventions, apparently Mr. Footman is "seeking scientific solutions to supernaturalproblems"

All was fine and good until we got into a heated debate on samophlanges.
somehow the argument led to me in handcuffs.
Once I sat back on his worktable, he seemed to relax and offered to show me his new gun turret.
I was eventually able to escape and turn the tides (the gunshot to the head wasn't THAT painful, he assures me later)
Once tempers cooled, we relaxed in the sitting room, as he told me about his ideas for something he calls'the footman Foundation"

a group to help with New Babbage's supernatural problems (vampires, werewolves, mummies, evil villans in tophats,
((Grendel assures me he's not actually a villian himself, just 'rides the fence'))and the like) and his hopes
to join his 'Footman Foundation' with Foxxworks, (as he himself has said, he really enjoy's my quadbarreled shotgun, but I didn't have the heart to tell him Foxxworks is in hiatus until I can manage to find a new place to land).
as we sat and sipped absinthe, he has to eventually leave for sleep, but invited me to stay in his loft as long as I'd like.
the skull on the desk soo gave me the shivers, so alas, I left back to my Highwind was moored. for some much needed rest.










Why do I always have to touch strange objects??


I chose the wrong one...




