Eli+Hunt+-+May+5,+1822

These last few days have been more than confusing. I now understand even less of Flitzgerald’s connections to the otherworld then when I set out for Maynooth. In a days time I’ve witnessed his life being worth less than a simple box to outweighing the blood of three dozen townsmen with not a drop in relique. What’s more he doesn’t seem to know why he was brought back, or even be that concerned. We’re travelling with a living bloody Lazarus and the only sensible reaction we could have is to drink an inn’s worth of syruped whisky.

It does please me to be back to Naas, it’s a breath of civilization compared to where we were and I am eager for a nights rest away from their mobile vulgus. As resilient as Ann has been Maynooth has proven a dark place for all of us and I wish I could have gotten her out of it sooner. Still I must remain productive, the ones that Father spoke of must still be in town and I must find them them soon. Our arrival in Maynooth also provides me with the opportunity to meet with the inspector again.

It is unknown to me if this particular adventure has soured Fitzgerlald’s disposition to the blood or perhaps sated it. I was so close to selling more sand for his hour-glass when Maynooth took hold of it and wouldn’t stop shaking. If I do not complete this goal soon I fear the opportunity may not come again. It would be useful for our group to have another “empowered". James’ reactions confound me as well, not the doubt but the indifference both to the death and the return. James has known the William for a lot longer than I have and as far as I can tell he must be one of his only friends. I don’t think I’ll even understand my brother.

Still I must focus on having something to show for myself when I meet with Father again. I must prove my self more than a simple set of eyes in the daylight.