Test the man's skills

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From: Making Your Name – Closing the Case: the Honey-Addled Detective


He doesn't look like much. Is he truly the Detective they say he was?


Success

Even ghosts aren't yet departed

[...] It's clearly an effort [...] But as he takes you in, [...] his eyes narrow, and he looks.

"Why, [formal address], it's not difficult to get the measure of you." [...]

He turns his attention to your hands. [...]

[...] "Well, you're certainly perspicacious, if you've found me. [...]"

Description summary:
The second and third paragraphs will vary based on your current Lodgings and Profession.

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LodgingsSecond Paragraph
New Newgate Prison CellNo second paragraph
An Abandoned Family Crypt?
An Attic Room"You live in some old attic room, no doubt."
A Spare Bedroom"You live at the generosity of someone kindhearted. And easily manipulated, no doubt."
Rooftop Shack"You live somewhere high. Draughty."
A Smoky Flophouse"You live somewhere insalubrious. A dormitory, perhaps? Or flophouse?" He eyes your clothes warily, as if nervous of fleas.
Lair in the Marshes

Cottage by the Observatory

"Is that mud round your ankles? You live somewhere where the fungus thrives."
Rooms above a Gambling Den"Your living situation is somewhat... fractious? Somewhere insalubrious."
Rooms above a BookshopHe takes a deep breath. "Mmm. Books. You keep many at your home? Ah, but surely even you wouldn't keep that many. A shop, then?"
Handsome Townhouse"You keep a respectable address. That much is obvious."
Decommissioned SteamerHe takes a deep breath. "Mmm, zee water. The smell gets into the clothing, no matter what you do. You live, then, on a boat?"
The Deep Cellars of Old Newgate
A Zee-Znail's Zhell
A Dripstone-Snared Third City Sub-Temple
"You appreciate your privacy, no matter what that might mean for your comfort."
A guest room at the Brass Embassy
A Sanctum at the Brass Embassy
"You live somewhere warm." He chuckles to himself. "And cold, come to mention it. They must make for strange neighbours."
A Room at the Royal Bethlehem Hotel
A Suite at the Royal Bethlehem
"You live among... eclectic company."
Premises at the Bazaar"You keep rooms off a shop. Premises, really – and leased yourself."
A Spire-Emporium of the Bazaar"You live at the centre of it all. That's where you choose to put yourself."
Profession:Third Paragraph
None"You have no work, at the moment. Perhaps that's why you have come here."
Campaigner"You're passionate about something. Enough to be spurred to habitual action."
Enforcer"You know how to use your hands. You're not too particular about it, either."
Rat-Catcher

Murderer

"You carry a weapon. Perhaps a professional adornment?"
Trickster

Crooked-Cross

"You have a way with words. One that favours you, time after time."
Journalist

Author

"Are those ink-stains I see? The pen must never stray far from your hand."
Watcher

Agent

Stalker

Enquirer

His gaze shifts up to meet your eyes. "Yes, always looking, aren't you? Always looking."
Tough"Would you be offended if I suggested you were a thug?"
Minor Poet"Are those ink-stains I see? The pen must never be far from your hand."
Pickpocket"Keep those where I can see them, if you would. You look to have rather light fingers."
Mystic?
Conjurer?
TutorHe seems a little surprised. "You have a vocation, then. Teaching is it?"
Undermanager?
CorrespondentPresumably nonexistent, as it is impossible to become a Correspondent without starting A Name in Seven Secret Alphabets
Licentiate?
Monster-HunterHis gaze shifts up to meet your eyes. Then he looks away, and says nothing for a while.
MidnighterPresumably nonexistent, as it is impossible to become a Midnighter without starting A Name in Seven Secret Alphabets
SilvererHe makes an amused sound. "So, mirrors are your business, are they?"
Notary?
Doctor?

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