That last part occurred to Scrooge as he walked back to his hotel. He called the home office once he was in his room.

"Quackfaster, sorry but I need you all at the Bin to keep your hands on the till. Something's come up."

"Anything we can do?"

"Yes, actually. If you can send your research team out, I need information on this area. The locals are useless on that front...save two." He sat down on the edge of the bed. "There's a lot of nasties here, and I'm not talking about the supernatural creatures. This place is looking more and more like a spiritual pressure cooker, and whoever's supposed to have their hand on the release valve is nowhere to be found."

"Understood, sir."

"Thank you, lass. I appreciate it."

"Anytime."

With that, the call ended.

Scrooge pocketed his cellphone and frowned. He needed to talk to the De Spells again. He was going to need a lot more supplies than he'd thought.