At the mention of his project he seemed surprised for a moment before remembering he had talked to Max a bit about it before when he was still he a worse place. He nodded once and thought about where he had been at that point versus now. “Its um, going. I got a location more or less sorted but it still needs a lot of work. Mundane work, wiring redone and walls thrown up. Its up to contractors right now.” he said, waving it off. There was a bit of a cash flow issue, in that it was taking a lot more money than he expected, but that was something he was solving bit by bit. A little magic and some casino money made it easy enough. He tried online gambling but that didn't play well with what he was trying, and the closest casino to Easthaven had anti-magic stuff in place weirdly enough. But all in all he was making the ends meet. It was tight but doable.
At least until he picked up the mail and saw what the nex-
Billy's world tilted sideways.
He missed a step on flat ground and stumbled, a hand flying out to grab a passing table. But when he tried to straighten up everything was just spinning and he ended up half-flopping onto the ground. His mind felt like it was stretching and contracting wildly, almost like it was a pulled rubberband someone had flicked. With unfocused eyes he glanced up and tried to look around to figure out what was wrong. Something was wrong and he couldn't place what it was. Was this some kind of attack? Everyone else looked fine?
He had gone white as a sheet as he looked around confused.
“Rowl did you fe-” he was thinking to nothing. Like talking to an empty room it was just a hallow connection.
Where was his familiar?