When Elias reads the paper, all aglow with pride at his work broadcasted for the safety of the public, that delight couldn't have shattered any faster.

It doesn't take Town Hall long to get a visit to hear that displeasure, either, and to say Elias is flustered, panicked, and livid would've been an understatement on any account. Just days before, he'd been in, proper and good mannered, and now he was anything but. Shouting is muffled in Yorick's office, even as he's ushered out of it, short tangents interrupted by awkward reassurances.

"No, YOU listen to ME! I didn't say that! You took out a whole sentence that changed the whole meaning!"

Mumble, shushing, awkward laugh.

"People are going to go out there and get themselves KILLED! What are we going to do if it fucking rampages through town!? The buildings don't come back from the dead! We have to fix that!!"

Mumble, mutter, hurried reassurance.

"Next month!? Goddess' sake, man, we need to get this information out today, who knows how many people are going to decide not to listen to the papers! No, leave it to me, I suppose, I'll--- I don't know! Pin it to the bulletin board!?"

Only once he's stormed out to the main entrance of Town Hall does his outright anger fizzle to exasperation, and he's left looking thoroughly overwhelmed. He likely won't turn down a helping hand or a kind word right about now.

When he catches wind of a crab unlike the fare he's seen for years, naturally Elias is in a hurry to see it. He's lugged his heavy camera, several magically-charged bulbs stowed in his satchel, and flags down the nearest person he can find as he begins to set it up, not all too far from the weapon-wielding crab in question.

"Excuse me, friend! Might I borrow you for a minute?" He calls over, gesturing to the crab. "I'm trying to document this little fellow here, but I need someone to keep it distracted!"

Yes, that is 100% right: he is absolutely asking a potential stranger to get a knife flailed at them so he can get his shot. Surely they'll understand how important recording these sorts of things can be, though!

Having always fancied himself a fairly adventurous eater, Elias has met his challenge, it seemed.

Something about caramelized onions on an ice cream sundae are deeply, deeply troubling to him. It's a textural nightmare just waiting to be experienced. The girl at the counter was so enthusiastic, he couldn't just decline her offer to try her newest recipe, but, well... some regrets were had.

He looks to whoever's nearest to his seat, a bit sheepish, and cracks a tentative smile.

"Interesting things they're trying out here, aren't they?"