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<span style="font-size: 20px"><strong>Hover over the clues if you require!</strong></span><br> | <span style="font-size: 20px"><strong>Hover over the clues if you require!</strong></span><br> | ||
<span style="font-size: 20px">Clue 1: <span class="spoiler-text"> | <span style="font-size: 20px">Clue 1: <span class="spoiler-text">Read it again. But back.</span></span><br> | ||
<span style="font-size: 20px">Clue 2: <span class="spoiler-text"> | <span style="font-size: 20px">Clue 2: <span class="spoiler-text">Like the back of the words.</span></span><br> | ||
<span style="font-size: 20px">Clue 3: <span class="spoiler-text">??</span></span><br> | <span style="font-size: 20px">Clue 3: <span class="spoiler-text">Read the last letters of each words?</span></span><br> | ||
<span style="font-size: 20px">Clue 4: <span class="spoiler-text">Rephrase it. What "of" what?</span></span><br> | |||
<h1>Answer and Explanation</h1> | <h1>Answer and Explanation</h1> | ||
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<span style="font-size: 20px">Summary</span> | <span style="font-size: 20px">Summary</span> | ||
<h1>Transcript</h1> | <h1>Transcript</h1> | ||
<span>CAFE RECEIPT | <span>CAFE RECEIPT<br> | ||
RECEIPT NUMBER: TNT02 | RECEIPT NUMBER: TNT02<br> | ||
RECEIPT DATE: 11 2 1988 | RECEIPT DATE: 11 2 1988<br> | ||
MANAGER TITLE: TRUSTED ASSOCIATE | MANAGER TITLE: TRUSTED ASSOCIATE<br> | ||
RECEIPT NOTES: | RECEIPT NOTES:<br> | ||
Ah, they still move like shadows with delusions of grandeur, don’t they? The Astoria 23rd Agency. Bureaucracy draped in trench coats, held together by shiny lapel pins. At least it makes identifying them easier—for the trained eye, anyway. Mon nouvel ami and I stumbled across what looked to be six Indias and one Golf. Seems they beat us to Mrs. Berkeley’s service. Damn. Still, they weren’t expecting us, eh? | Ah, they still move like shadows with delusions of grandeur, don’t they? The Astoria 23rd Agency. Bureaucracy draped in trench coats, held together by shiny lapel pins. At least it makes identifying them easier—for the trained eye, anyway. Mon nouvel ami and I stumbled across what looked to be six Indias and one Golf. Seems they beat us to Mrs. Berkeley’s service. Damn. Still, they weren’t expecting us, eh? | ||
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Puzzle
"Go back and read it again."
See: TNT01 | 3 Words
Clue
Hover over the clues if you require!
Clue 1: Read it again. But back.
Clue 2: Like the back of the words.
Clue 3: Read the last letters of each words?
Clue 4: Rephrase it. What "of" what?
Answer and Explanation
Answer: Crags Of Paramnesia
Explanation: Taking the last letter of each word in the message Mrs. Berkeley sends the CaD spells out 'Paramnesia Crags', more often called the Crags of Paramnesia, one of the Morningstar's subregions.
Summary of Receipt
Summary
Transcript
CAFE RECEIPT
RECEIPT NUMBER: TNT02
RECEIPT DATE: 11 2 1988
MANAGER TITLE: TRUSTED ASSOCIATE
RECEIPT NOTES:
Ah, they still move like shadows with delusions of grandeur, don’t they? The Astoria 23rd Agency. Bureaucracy draped in trench coats, held together by shiny lapel pins. At least it makes identifying them easier—for the trained eye, anyway. Mon nouvel ami and I stumbled across what looked to be six Indias and one Golf. Seems they beat us to Mrs. Berkeley’s service. Damn. Still, they weren’t expecting us, eh?
We kept our distance, far enough to watch the butchers at work. Don’t get me wrong—I have very little sympathy for that unsettling Nameless Thing which haunts the Crags of Paramnesia. But they are butchers, all the same.
We stayed near a crumbling wall by a rusted fright elevator. From there, we could see the poor Indias struggling against the Nameless Thing. A horrid ancient demon. Perhaps even more ancient than the blooded demons, though I’ve no evidence to back that claim. Its venomous mind-poison works fast, eroding memories until its victims are left as little more than… well, nameless things, no?
The tall one, the Golf with the lapel pin, looked straight at us—I swear it. Mon nouvel ami insists I’m imagining things, but tell me, which of us worked for the Agency, eh? They don’t like unexpected company. Especially not ours. I can’t say for sure if the Agency itself is aware of our operations yet, though I know two Divisions must be. Alfa. And Zulu. Neither are pleasant to deal with. Having served under Shaka for quite some time, I’d certainly prefer Astrid over him any day.
If that Golf Agent did indeed see us, I suspect it won’t be long until the Astorians ring the Cafe’s bell in person.