"Honestly, I don't think Calloway or Yorick had much idea what their people were up to. At the very least, Mrs. Calloway seemed like she couldn't be bothered to talk to her husband about it. Or he just didn't listen. Might be worth asking Yorick about what Brahm was like, though, if you get a chance," Gerry offers, stabbing at the sundae thoughtfully a few times before going for a spoonful. Hey, this kind of slaps. "About this elder god, though--- how much do you know about Nyarlathotep?"