Martin's Postcards to Samson Trammel, sent from Mexico City

My dear Mister Trammel,

Greetings from sunny Mexico! It has been very sunny the entire time we've been here, excepting evenings and the one time we were attacked by vicious birds with teeth. The teeth and beaks dissolved when the birds died; curious. I don't suppose you know anything about that?

Nectar in Mexico appears to be less potent than Nectar in L.A. and elsewhere; it's about as addictive as tequila and cigarettes -- which is to say, enough to addict me, but not enough to hold an unwilling taster with passable self-discipline. I'm curious as to why this is; I suspect this will become a bit of a side-quest for me, as we get closer to Our Quarry.

It's a pity -- Mr. Brooks and De La Luz do seem very enthusiastic about the Liar. though of course they don't think he's the same Man In Black you do (they're more partial to Gol-Goroth, it seems, or perhaps a yet as unknown third entity). They've got a creepy little shrine for him, covered in mouths, Mayan scribbles, et al. They've also sent an expedition to the Yucatan to a shrine that sounds suspiciously otherworldly. We're planning on following them, of course, and probably going a little more insane.

Ah -- before I forget. You mentioned an artist in New York connected to this whole business. Do tell me about this man?

Yours, a bit less sane than I began --

Martin

[OOC Note: Martin's writing this on a series of postcards he's enclosing together in an envelope -- he did promise to send Trammel postcards, after all. He's also not sending this right now; he's going to wait until the party is about to leave Mexico. No reason for Trammel to have a completely up-to-date itinerary on what the party's doing.]