Don Salzer has never wanted to be a field watcher. Run after an Immortal and record what they do? Be in one room, meet a person who has lived for aeons but paid for it by killing others like them in the Game? No, thank you. Don would much rather remain in his cozy bookshop with his ancient chronicles and a cup of coffee and work for the Cause by tracking down the Immortals that the Watchers lost throughout centuries.
If only one of those very Immortals wasn't sitting in the opposite corner of the room, so engrossed in a Chronicle to remain completely unaware that he has been periodically cutting his hand on a damaged beer bottle deeply enough that the sparks of the Quickening and the unnatural speed of healing were quite visible from across the room...
