Be Welcome to the Seat of the Council.

[Harry Dresden]

Harry released the magic he'd been calling into his staff as Proto Man made the rounds with introductions. The scent of smoke faded with the blue light. He'd need to do something to clean out that Hellfire. Last time he'd used it, the smell of woodsmoke had lingered for a month. He pocketed his blasting rod and walked closer as Samus questioned him about the note. "I'm completely lost, that's what this is about. I'd like a few answers, but first I need to be sure you both are who you say you are. There's a lot of things that look human when they aren't." Harry's first impulse was to open his Sight, and honestly he was out of other ideas. This would be easier once he lived here a while, and had a threshold up to stop things like that from getting in uninvited.

Harry took a deep breath and prepared himself to open the Sight, a wizard's Third Eye, but it didn't work. He shook his head and muttered something, and tried again. The results were the same. Nothing changed. "Stars and stones, what's wrong with this place? Never heard of something that could block the Sight before." He didn't use his Sight often; anything he Saw was burned into his mind permanently. It wasn't something one did lightly. Still, having the option taken away from him was unconfortable. "Show me some of your blood. Shapeshifters don't usually bleed red. It's not my preferred test, but in absence of holy water, sunshine, and iron, it's the least invasive thing I can do. No personal offense meant, if you aren't lying. Paranoia has saved my life in the past, I don't like ignoring it when it comes to things like this."