It had been a long week for Darcy. Much longer than usual, even.
Reports were coming in from all over Evelon of sightings of strange... creatures. Things with bodies like fire and ice, nearly unseeable except in flashes, hard to pin down in one's vision even when looking directly at them. Those who had gotten good looks at them claimed they were... foxlike, perhaps? And he did have a tiny snatch of fur to study, granted to him by, of all things, a rock star.
Some people wanted the creatures "dealt with." But Darcy wasn't that kind of a guy.
No, he was interested in their magical potential.