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I was working with some sort of secret agency that dealt with problems spots around the world in a world where there had been a mild zombie apocalypse and people believed in and used magic. It can't have been much of a zombie apocalypse though because I was traveling alone through the wilderness and I simply kept a sword handy and checked the ground regularly for zombie track, and that seemed enough to make me unworried. (I suspect it's because I know the decay rate of bodies so I find it hard to take zombies seriously after more than a few days of decay.)
I was heading to a huge, renaissance style academy which also doubled as a fine dining restaurant and spa. A professor and his students occupied the lower halls and main courtyard. I watched the lecture, getting more and more annoyed because the professor was teaching physics and chemistry wrong, but using magic to compensate when his demonstrations went wrong. What alarmed me though was that his students seemed especially slavishly devoted to him. I kept an eye on the display while I went to meet my contact from the agency, who turned out to be Ian McKellan's Gandalf in a modern day suit and with a modern name. He was very in character, which is indeed rather annoying when he wants you to do something. He hinted that the professor was part of a wider network, and that I had full discretion to stay a few days and figure out a way to take him down which wouldn't start a chain reaction with other cult-science leaders. I'd been focused on a different problem, which I could only investigate by going back to the big city, so I was pretty annoyed when he forced me to agree to do this first, then disappeared during the second course of the meal, leaving me to explain his disappearance, and, oh yes, the bill. Good food though.
I was heading to a huge, renaissance style academy which also doubled as a fine dining restaurant and spa. A professor and his students occupied the lower halls and main courtyard. I watched the lecture, getting more and more annoyed because the professor was teaching physics and chemistry wrong, but using magic to compensate when his demonstrations went wrong. What alarmed me though was that his students seemed especially slavishly devoted to him. I kept an eye on the display while I went to meet my contact from the agency, who turned out to be Ian McKellan's Gandalf in a modern day suit and with a modern name. He was very in character, which is indeed rather annoying when he wants you to do something. He hinted that the professor was part of a wider network, and that I had full discretion to stay a few days and figure out a way to take him down which wouldn't start a chain reaction with other cult-science leaders. I'd been focused on a different problem, which I could only investigate by going back to the big city, so I was pretty annoyed when he forced me to agree to do this first, then disappeared during the second course of the meal, leaving me to explain his disappearance, and, oh yes, the bill. Good food though.
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