Tick. The sounds of wheels finally stopped, it was a sad silence that followed the quietness of the broken pocket watch. It was an old watch, bronze with intricate designs on the dented front clasp of the watch; down the middle of the clock face was a large crack in the glass, along with smaller spider web like cracks. The Angeni stood and watched the broken clock, pondering the reason why it was broken in the woods in the first place. It was a curious case, since there were no other clues to lead to the revealing of who the owner of the watch was; it was like the watch fell from the sky and broke on impact with the hard earth. But wait, with closer examination the Angeni noticed that there were hoof prints around the broken watch, the owner did notice the fall of the watch and came down from the sky to see if his precious belonging was still intact. Instead the owner saw the watch broken and lacking its once beautiful luster and flew off, his heart saddened.
Wystan picked up the pocket watch with his mouth, the screws and the wheels shifting made the Angeni flinch. He had heard of a famous clock smith during one of his many cases, perhaps the Soquili could fix the antique pocket watch and tell the detective about the device. With a goal in mind, the Angeni took flight in the last direction he had heard rumors about the gloomy clock smith that went by the name Julius Monrey.
