Prequel Story: Part Two
Hey everyone,
To carry on with our prequel story, below is Harry’s reply to Norah. Remember, some of the clues in these letters may help you in-game! So read carefully.
You can read the previous letter here.
~Tatiana Delgado, Game Director
From Harry: Arkham
June 16th 1933
Dear Norah:
So glad to hear about your morning strolls. As long as you carry the cane with you and walk at a moderate pace, you have no reason to worry. I wish I could be there to walk arm in arm with you.
I have met Henry Armitage, head of the Miskatonic Library. He is the kind of person I like to relate to (wise, thoughtful and methodical) living the life I’ve always longed for (working at the university without having to deal with students). Although you always say that deep down I’m not that bad, and at the end of the school year, all my students think highly of ‘Harry the Hermit’. I guess you just always look kindly upon me.
It is surprising how well versed Armitage is in archaeology and ancient history for a Doctor of Literature. Not only did he know about the Newburyport tiara, but he has also shown me the other relics they have on display at the university. He pointed out the coincidence of the golden high reliefs and the irregular shapes in both cases and comments that these patterns are frequent in some structures on islands of Micronesia and French Polynesia. He also gave me a dossier with information on the culture and traditions of the South Pacific.
While I was in Arkham, I took the chance to meet the doctor that the dermatologist who saw you in Denver recommended to us. This fella may be a real eminence in medicine, but... My gosh, what an oddball! If I was guided by his appearance, I would’ve never hired him: scruffy looks, greasy hair, unkempt beard, and he's always wiping his sweat with a handkerchief. Oh, and if that wasn't enough, he also smokes like a chimney.
I know that I smoke too and you hate it. But in my defence, I have to say that I smoke a pipe, which definitely gives me a stately-and-distinguished-modern-Sherlock Holmes look, so it is not the same thing at all. (You didn’t buy it, did you? Ahem... Where were we?)
Jokes aside, the guy seemed fascinated when he saw the photo of the stains on your hand. Apparently, he is a specialist in skin disorders. He pointed out some similarities to genetic alterations and natural mutations of different fish species. He also mentioned their relationship to tribal tattoos that replicate those fish patterns. And guess where those tribes are? In the South Pacific.
I know how strange this may sound, especially when Denver is probably the furthest you've ever travelled in your life, but I believe that the answer to your illness must be found somewhere in the Pacific.
Anyway, if I am going to organize an expedition, I’ll need money. So I have no choice but to talk to my parents. I’m headed to the Everhart Manor in Boston, so... wish me luck. And patience.
Love
Harry
P.S: King to king 4, and don't even dream of that checkmate in two, you show off.
