Suplicius Common

"Freshly disembarked today in Clint City Bay... Came by ferry from Los Santos... Visited the Riots, engineers... Spotted in the Academy in the company of the Skeelz magicians... Arrived via the dimensional rift from Rhynn... My word, you are a great traveller, stranger!" The palace of Curator Enigma was sumptuous and I finally had my answer to who could so easily dominate the enlightened and the megalomaniacs. Enigma's hold on Clint City was information. Information was his power, as was the gargoyle from Rhynn who had his back... "I wonder what you're doing in my museum? I wonder what you have come to do in my museum... And don't bother lying, I have some very effective ways of making mutes talk, believe you me. Although I'd prefer you to tell me everything without having to resort to, let’s say, more intrusive measures... " I recognized the man I once was, and it was hard to hold the Curator's piercing gaze. "I see. Pity, and there I was thinking I'd be drinking this excellent ambrosia in your company. Galfor, you can take him to Doela's office. If you'll excuse me, stranger, I unfortunately have a very busy schedule." The gargoyle grabbed me by the arms and dragged me through the corridors of wall hangings into the depths of the museum...