Dear Denizen,

A whisper on my shoulder that I pass on to you:

Like most of us he knows anxiety, a kindred man just trying to lend a hand. Always at your disposal without being overstepped, the values he learned in distant lands.

Repairing, fixing, mending, a natural skill he certainly uses.

But when it comes to solving mysteries, that’s where any job gets interrupted with excuses.

He’ll finish any task, just let him find his ground. 

Don’t expect him to respond, when with Grazia he hangs around.