A few moments ago:
He heard them. He heard the noise. They faintest footfalls to him were as resounding cannons, but they made so much noise that his enhanced senses had no problem locating their exacting positions. He was fully garbed now in the shroud of the Quester and he allowed century old knowledge and sciences beyond that of man to flood his mind. But first he had one thing to do. He flipped open a small cell phone and made a call.
“…………Smithy. Are you having a good time?”
“Yeah., Q! I mean its real cool of you to fund this little shindig. Where’d ya get the money anyways?”
“Smithy, I thought I told you I didn’t fund it remember.” He said almost forcefully.
“Oh, Yeah….sorry. Anyways its great. Y’know mingling with all these doctors, and fireman….sure there ain’t many of ‘em; a handful or two of each but it’s great. There’s some homeless folk here too, really cool to see these guys having a good meal and……
“Thank you, Smithy,” The Quester interrupted “That’s all I wanted to know. I will speak to you later.”And with that he hung up….now he had work to do.