The Prophet Festus Briland has never been wrong. He spends his retirement years in a small town where people just call him Bill. He chose the town because nothing cataclysmic or frightening had ever happened there. Festus Briland takes appointments for lunch where he will give a forecast to the person paying for said lunch. Up until last year, every forecast was mundane and relatively pleasant. Then Eve Fortuna moved to town.

Bill had lunch with an elderly lady. She treated him to a cream tea followed by several rounds of Gin. Bill chatted with her about everything he could think to talk about trying to put off giving her a prophecy.

This was the prophecy – it was so bad Bill had to write it down.

At the time when the clocks strike, The Glorious Empire of Man will come seeking new lands. Only Eve Fortuna can save us if you can lead her to a detective who does not exist. For that, you must travel to London. Ask the homeless about a Blaze. If luck is with you, there is hope.

After that, Bill needed to lay down for a bit.