The skies above Arkham were not the sorts of skies where you might see wispy and carefree clouds, their vapor dissipating and swirling as they coasted lazily across the New England horizon. Arkham was the sort of place that always seemed to have a secret. Arkham was the sort of place where the sky carried heavy and gloom-laced clouds from the south, from the little-known town of Kingsport and the eerie waves beyond her colonial-built, rotting piers. Though it was a gloomy and secretive town, Arkham had much more life than many of the other towns and villages along the Miskatonic River. You might hear the sounds of jazz and ballroom music spilling from brothels and houses of ill repute as you made your way along the Downtown Arkham streets on a weekend night. Unfortunately, there wasn't much more than that and the library, the likes of which was situated upon the campus of Miskatonic University. The university itself was where most of the city's reputation lay. Students from all over New England wanted to study under the professors of Miskatonic University, and who could blame them? The university was well-known for its historical, religious and scientific programs. The library was grand, housing rare books, and the nearby museum held even more rarities and artifacts for study. It was the university that had drawn Spencer Bellamy to the town of Arkham. ---------- "So where'd you say you were from?" "Hm?" She idly murmured, looking up from her book for only a moment before shutting it and putting a hand on her wide-brimmed hat as the wind blew up the river and threatened to whisk it away down the street. "Christ!" "Never heard of that town, Spence." "Jesus, don't call me that, Mandy. It's Penny, you know that much by now. And I'm from Salem." The blonde, bob-cut-having girl nodded. "Salem, right! I'm an Arkham girl, born and raised." "You told me that twice already," Penny said, half-laughing. Both of the girls enjoyed a small giggle together before they went silent in their walk. Amanda was the first to speak again. "The wind's horrid today. Want to go to Phil's for a cup of coffee?" "Only if you don't make me try it black again. Disgusting," Penny said. "All right, all right. Have it your way. Ruin the coffee's taste with all that sugar."