"You know I would." Pal rises from his chair, checking his pockets to make sure that his notes are still there. One wall of his apartment is already covered in pasted-up bits of paper filled with observations, necromatic and otherwise. His observations here will make a good addition.

But first, he longs to see more of Black Elm, which is nearly as grand as Canaan House, but with none of the horror lurking beneath. "Lead on."