["Togo, it's Byron. I've recieved your message. Some kind of curse, you say?"] ["I see. Nasty business. Simply terrible. Oh, by the way, we're pretty positive your story about the Cardinal is accurate, but I'm afraid we can't release the information to the public. The reaction could be quite unsettling. But rest assured, an investigation will be conducted in private."] ["But that's hardly the reason I called."] ["I used to know an expert on curses. Rufus Giovanni was his name. If anyone could solve your problem, he could."] ["Ah, yes, well, there is one slight problem. Unfortunately, he's been dead for the past fourteen years."] ["Not to worry. I've been informed that not far from Ipswich is a lovely young witch with the power to temporarily call the souls of the dead into dolls. Perhaps she can call Rufus for you."] ["Her name is Kelsie Porter. She does not appear to have any association with anyone, from what we can tell. She seems to have discovered her arts by herself, and offers her services to the village near her home, though it seems she's not very well trusted. But no villagers have turned up dead or mysteriously missing."] [He gives an address. "Her home is near a village called Bawdsey. Look for it along the coast of the North Sea."] ( It's not so much an address as directions ) ( She doesn't have a street address ) ["Not that I can think of... Although, did you know they're building a fortress around the Hagia Sophia in Constantinople? Apparently it was nearly destroyed in the war, and they want to make sure that doesn't happen. But if you ask me, locking it up inside what's essentially a giant vault destroys the purpose... Oh, forgive me, I'm rambling. Take care, Togo."]