Keeping his journal held firmly behind his clipboard, the djinni scrolled through a series of notes he had published regarding the city. During his many strolls he had begun to keep a private record of the sights and sounds he encountered, more or less for a purpose such as this. Having never seen nor heard of a place such as Paixao before, he also found it fairly useful during study and research. True, his oil lamp had never burned the brightest, but that never seemed to faze him. He could never resist a good mystery.

He examined his pencil for a moment before licking the lead and scribbling something vigorously onto his clipboard. In doing so, he also closed journal and reminded Merlin calmly of their conversation. “Describing a suitable homestead that could be small and cozy, but better left uncluttered.” Genie looked up from his work as he continued. “It looked to me, however, as though you had something else on your mind. Pardon me asking, but is something wrong?”