It was yet another foggy, dour morning in Angel's Point.  Freyd had his feet up on the rickety wooden chair opposite to his own, an array of menus and inventories open and under review.  The coffee in Quaestor's quaint little shop hadn't improved much since he'd made it part of his morning routine.   "Anything new and exciting this mornin'?"  the portly proprietor asked as he wandered over to offer a refill.  It smelled reasonably good, at least, and cut through the wasting stench of the ev