Sage’s house was locked, of course, but locked doors have never been an obstacle for familiars on a quest.
Bartholomew: Ah, it is at times like these that I really appreciate the potential usefulness of opposable thumbs. At least Sage is an organized one and her house isn’t a mess.
What he’s looking for is a picture of Darius. Of course, someone of his infamy has made it into the news of some supernatural communities, and his picture was in the papers. Bartholomew is hoping Sage has it somewhere.
It would’ve been useful if Sylvia did, he thinks. But it’s not like his charges’ mother would keep that slime’s photo anywhere within a mile of herself.
It’s all so stupid, he realizes. They told the kids to stay away from their grandpa but never showed them what he looks like.
But it’s alright, after digging through Sage’s old papers (Bartholomew hopes she’s alright with them having some bite marks on them, it’s for a good cause), he finds exactly what he’s looking for.