Turner Underwood, "The Fixer"

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Turner Underwood, "The Fixer

First meeting with Leira, while she was driving home from her firsy magic murder case. An elderly well-dressed man using a cane was taking mincing steps toward the corner. His body swirled with a white glow that reached all the way to the Mustang. He turned and looked directly at Leira over half a block away. Tells her she has a lot to learn, and that she has a potty mouth. Remember, just because someone hasn't found a solution is not the same as there being no solution to find. You may have to be resourceful but from the energy you give off, you may just have a shot.I'm known among certain magical locals as the Fixer. I carry a lot of knowledge up here." I'm starting to finally feel my age and wondered who would take my place. Just like that," he said, snapping his fingers, "there you are. Like a spell was cast! Who knows, maybe I'm better than I realize." Leira started to get out of the car to go to him. "No, no," he said, waving a finger "not now. Soon enough. But when we can be sure no eyes are on us. You need to learn more about who you are and what you can do before you even think about stepping into my shoes. Ask that Cousin of yours who's been hanging around to tell you more about the stories of Light Elves from thousands of years ago.""You insist on playing by the rules that you know," "That will not work here!" . I sense a strong force is unleashed among us again. An unfriendly sort. I'd say more but I don't speak of certain things before I'm ready and I'm not ready. Too much information is lacking. It would just be speculation, which is worth nothing. "There may be some harder days ahead for you, my dear Leira. But occasionally take a look around, a real look around and notice how many of our kind are passing right by you. You may need all of us some day, Agent Berens. He tipped his hat and turned around, the cane tapping against the sidewalk as he continued on his way