Returning to Clockwork Close this evening to continue on with the
renovations, Edward discovered someone has daubed graffiti on the side on
the pub.
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“Hmmm. And I haven’t even officially opened it. Not that finding a barman around here is easy at the moment anyway.”
Reaching into his coat pocket he pulled out a small box with a copper lattice cover and twisted the knob in the centre.
Speaking into the box he said, “Mr. Gears?”
Seemingly from within came a reply, “Yes Your Grace?”
“It seems we’ve been drawn into this Bar War thing. Would you be good enough to keep an eye on Clockwork Close for the time being? I don’t want the place filled with steaming molluscs or something before I even get it open.”
From within the box came again came the tinny reply, “Certainly Your Grace.”
“Thank you Gears”. Edward closed the box and replaced it in his pocket. Sighing he looked around the Close. “And this used to be the respectable part of Babbage too.”
Oh dear! Hopefully Mr. Gears doesn’t wind up vandalized himself.