10 | Grando

Summary

Havoc Town | Episode 10: “Grando” iHeartPodcasts | October 14, 2025

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Episode Overview

This episode of Havoc Town delves deep into the origins and inner thoughts of Jore Grando Elilovic, the immortal figure who centuries later becomes known as Jury Havok. Through rich, atmospheric narration and intimate flashbacks, we are guided through his traumatic transformation into a vampire, his moral reckonings, his years wandering Europe, and his rise from a cursed outcast to a shadowy merchant prince. The episode ultimately sets the stage for how the ancient and mysterious forces of the past connect to the present-day plague devastating Abbesstown.

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Key Discussion Points and Insights

Present-Day Panic and Quarantine (01:57–02:50)

• The narrative briefly situates us in present-day Abbesstown, where panic is high amid a mysterious, deadly illness. The National Guard quarantines the town as residents scramble for safety.
• Characters Lucia and Sylvie attempt to escape, underscoring the modern-day desperation before the episode swerves into Jore’s haunted past.

Jore Grando’s Origin Story: Awakened as a Vampire (03:41–14:27)

• Jore’s narration recalls his confusion upon awakening in his grave: “A century has passed and I am only now coming to realize the limits of even an immortal’s memory... Dream images of hysteria. My mother’s rough hands. My father, first cruel and then dead.” (03:41)
• Disoriented, Jore fights his way out of burial, returns home to his wife Lucia, and tries to convince her of his identity.
  • Lucia, terrified and torn, asks, “Will you say the Lord’s Prayer with me?” (12:08)
  • Jore is overtaken by violent thirst: “It was this moment when I first fully realized the terrible thirst. As if my entire body had been drained of its fluids.” (12:19)
• Realizing his danger to Lucia, Jore leaves her, beginning his wandering.

Moral Reckoning and Early Atrocities (14:27–23:00)

• Jore kills his neighbor Braslova in a fit of bloodlust, his first murder as a vampire: “Before I knew what was happening, I was on him. My eye teeth, suddenly aching sharp, found his throat… I was revived, really fully revived from my time in the grave, more alive, it seemed, than I had ever been.” (14:27–15:41)
• He flees into the wilderness, vacillating between guilt and survival instinct. He tries to subsist off animals, but the “horrible burning thirst outweighed any spiritual guilt” and leads him to hunt livestock and, eventually, humans.
• These candid reflections reveal Jore’s deep shame and self-perception as “a lone wolf cast out from society… a shadow, a wraith, a sneaking, sniveling thief in the night.” (22:17)

Encounter with Mentor and Entering Crime (24:37–31:16)

• In Enns, Jore witnesses the violent merchant Albrecht Bernheim murder a thief. Bernheim's impunity and the townspeople’s willful ignorance unsettle Jore.
  • “A murder had just been committed, but anyone who had witnessed the event turned and went about their business, refusing to encumber his slow retreat back into the tavern.” (25:15)
• Jore offers his services as a violent “hand” to Bernheim in exchange for knowledge of trade: “As payment, I wish only to learn more of your trade. In exchange, I will collect any debt owed you. No matter how unwilling the debtor.” (30:59)
• Together, they become a deeply influential pair—Jore as the nocturnal enforcer and Bernheim as the cunning capo.

The Burden of the Curse: Siring Others (31:42–36:54)

• Jore is confronted by a victim turned vampire: “You pocketed my own money weeks ago… You took my life. You have made me like you. What do you want from me? I want your end.” (32:43–33:22)
• After a violent struggle, Jore kills him, realizing the spread of his curse, which haunts him—“Was I responsible for the wretch that had attacked me? Did I infect him with my own curse?” (33:43)
• Jore’s growing skills in commerce, language, and subterfuge are showcased as he rises in Bernheim’s organization.

The Havok Trading Company and Strategy for Immortality (36:54–40:42)

• Bernheim bequeaths his legacy to Jore, now “Jury Havok.” They openly discuss Jore’s agelessness:
  • Bernheim: “You must have heard the whispers about you… How have you maintained your youth?” (37:22)
  • Jore: “I suppose that is my piety.” (37:46), to which Bernheim retorts, “There is no piety in you.” (37:52)
  • Bernheim cautions: “If they find out what you truly are, they will kill you.” (38:31)
• He advises Jore to assume new identities as his own “son” and move between offices to preserve his secret.
  • “Go to the landing offices and announce yourself as the son of J. Havok come to manage local affairs. After a time, announce that your father is dead and continue on as junior. In this way you will be able to move around the world unmolested.” (39:01)
• Jore assumes his place as merchant prince, renaming the company The Havoc Trading Company, and moves to London to begin his “life as a merchant prince.” (40:11)

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Notable Quotes & Memorable Moments

• Lucia, upon Jore’s shocking return home:
  “Who are you? You. You carry my dead husband’s voice.” (11:12)
• Jore’s first realization of his curse:
  “I think that perhaps…Perhaps I am not the same man you buried today after all.” (12:50)
• On moral transformation:
  “Perhaps the most Christian thing I could do was to remove myself from the great filthy wash of the world. Perhaps the sun would burn me away along with the morning dew.” (20:13)
• Bernheim’s warning:
  “It is good for men to fear you. But if they fear you too much, they will try to end you.” (38:31)
• On immortality and adaptation:
  “Announce yourself as the son of J. Havok…After a time, announce that your father is dead and continue on as junior. In this way you will be able to move around the world unmolested.” (39:01)

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Important Segment Timestamps

• 01:57 – Panic and quarantine in present-day Havoc; Lucia and Sylvie escape attempt
• 03:41 – Jore Grando’s narration and awakening as a vampire; returning home
• 14:27 – First feeding and murder; fleeing from his old life
• 24:37 – Encounter with Albrecht Bernheim; introduction to the world of criminal commerce
• 31:42 – The curse spreads; Jore must face another vampire of his own creation
• 36:54 – Bernheim’s bequest; Jore becomes Jury Havok
• 38:31 – Immortality strategies and warnings; practical advice for living undetected
• 40:11 – Transformation to Havok Trading Company; move to London

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Tone and Language

The episode’s tone is introspective, somber, and tinged with Gothic horror. Jore’s narration is poetic but direct, blending profound grief, brutal self-honesty, and a wry humor. Bernheim serves as a pragmatic, sardonic counterpoint, his mentorship laced with threats and self-interest.

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Summary for New Listeners

This installment is a character deep-dive, giving listeners a vivid recounting of Jury Havok’s (formerly Jore Grando) transformation from a bewildered, grieving vampire into a formidable, calculating power. The historical backdrop, religious anxiety, and bubbling terror of the blood curse provide a foundation for understanding the enigmatic figure now central to Abbesstown’s unfolding plague. Listeners new to the series will leave with a clear sense of Jury’s tragic origins, existential dread, cunning survival skills, and why his presence portends both salvation and doom for the town.

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Transcript

[Narrator / Jore Grando Elilovic]

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[Albrecht Bernheim]

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[Lucia / Sylvie / Other Characters]

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[Narrator / Jore Grando Elilovic]

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[Aaron Manke / Announcer]

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[Lucia / Sylvie / Other Characters]

Where to? South toward Lancaster. We can pick up Highway 2 there. Are we going to Maine? I'm just picking a direction where we're not going to be safe here. What's in the diary? A lot. A century has passed, and I am only now coming to realize the limits of even an immortal's memory. Jesus. Okay, this is absurd. Sylvie.

[Narrator / Jore Grando Elilovic]

This is the National Guard. A state of emergency has been declared by the governor of New Hampshire. Wait, wait.

[Lucia / Sylvie / Other Characters]

Are they not letting people through?

[Narrator / Jore Grando Elilovic]

Shh. The township of Havoc is under quarantine until further notice. Residents are instructed to return to their homes to shelter in place.

[Lucia / Sylvie / Other Characters]

I'm going to pull a U turn. Hang on. Where should we go? Well, I could use a drink. We'll bar the doors. Well, I guess we'd better get to it then. Now Start reading. I.

[Narrator / Jore Grando Elilovic]

A century has passed and I am only now coming to realize the limits of even an immortal's memory. My life before is a fever dream. The early years of this blood curse not clearer in my head than the memories of early childhood. Disjointed, mere flashes of images, only the most salient points resolving themselves into scenes of folk color. And so I must write them down before they are lost forever. And with them the tenuous connection to my own history. Dream images of hysteria. My mother's rough hands. My father, first cruel and then dead. Of them there is little but Lucia. With a terrifying clarity I see her eyes in my mind, though time has worn away much else. An image of her running across the field to me, pressing against each other on the night of a wedding, losing one child after another to disease or accident. My Lucia, her resolve is clear to me. And her voice, that lovely melodic voice whispering to me in the night.

[Lucia / Sylvie / Other Characters]

I love you, Jura.

[Narrator / Jore Grando Elilovic]

Jore. The name my mother gave me, Jore Grando Elilovic. Though I never liked the name until it was whispered by the one I loved. It was the first voice to greet me each morning, the last I heard before falling into slumber. It was also the final voice I heard as a mortal man, though by then it was strained, rough, broken from exhaustion.

[Lucia / Sylvie / Other Characters]

Thorvar. I will see you in the next life.

[Narrator / Jore Grando Elilovic]

11 October 1656 Kringa. Hysteria. Our call. First the darkness. Even our blackest nights held their stars. A fire in the field, the torch left burning at the entrance to the church. A candle in the window of an insomniac. But this darkness was complete, an ancient darkness. It was the darkness from before the world was made. It was into this darkness that I was born. Lucia. For mositimi. For mositimi. But it was no use. The deadness of the air, the hardwood clanking inches from my face. I believed then that I had been buried alive. But something new stirred within me that the central farmer had not possessed. A desperate thirst that seemed to border on madness. And I could use that madness. So I did, in such a way, violently battering at the pine and then ripping at it with bloody fingers and digging at the dirt above. Did I finally free myself from the grave? Hello? But no one had witnessed my exit from the death. There was just a wind through the graveyard, bats flying above the church belfry. This was my village, Kringle, my beloved home. This is where I had been raised, had married, had raised my children in Zev Turn, where I became ill, took sick to my bed. The village where I had died. And where, despite all odds, I found myself again terribly alive. Though I was wearing nothing but a woolen barrier shroud, I felt little of the chill. Still, I thought it best that I not be found standing over my own grave. I may have been a simple man, but I was not stupid. And so, as quietly as I could, I made my way home. As I walked, I noticed a certain heightening of senses. The black night was vibrant with color. A candle in a window throwing off enough light for me to pass through the streets without tripping over my own shadow. I could sense the bats in the sky overhead, hunting. And the stars. I had never seen such a wondrous night. They lit the firmament, burned as a hundred thousand suns, galaxies swirling and exploding. I was stopped in my tracks by the beauty of it all, but continued on the route of my heart to Malusia. When I entered the house, I was assaulted by the smells of it. Cold ashes in the chimney, old cooking smells. And something earthier beneath it. Something that excited my senses. Something human, something alive. The stale sweat of bodies that have worked. The salt of urine and tears. But deeper saliva, sour breath, and deeper iron, copper blood. I was drawn to it, as it seemed also to be the source of these soft sobs. Then I was standing above her. Lucia. My heart now lying disheveled on my deathbed, clutching at the threadbare blankets, weeping. I stood staring down at her in the dark, realizing that perhaps she could not see me in return. So I spoke to her. My love. Do not be afraid, Lucia.

[Lucia / Sylvie / Other Characters]

Who are you? You. You carry my dead husband's voice.

[Narrator / Jore Grando Elilovic]

I am your husband, it is sure.

[Lucia / Sylvie / Other Characters]

Are you a spirit?

[Narrator / Jore Grando Elilovic]

No, love. I am here. In the flesh. Here. Feel. Feel.

[Lucia / Sylvie / Other Characters]

Your hands are so cold, husband.

[Narrator / Jore Grando Elilovic]

Yes. The night is cold and I wear nothing but a muddy shroud.

[Lucia / Sylvie / Other Characters]

Well, let me start the fire.

[Narrator / Jore Grando Elilovic]

No, darling. Let me lie down beside you. That will be warmth enough.

[Lucia / Sylvie / Other Characters]

Come then.

[Narrator / Jore Grando Elilovic]

You are shivering.

[Lucia / Sylvie / Other Characters]

You are very cold.

[Narrator / Jore Grando Elilovic]

Are you afraid?

[Lucia / Sylvie / Other Characters]

I do not know how you came to be here. I buried you eight hours ago.

[Narrator / Jore Grando Elilovic]

Does it matter how I came to be here?

[Lucia / Sylvie / Other Characters]

Will you say the Lord's Prayer with me?

[Narrator / Jore Grando Elilovic]

Do you believe me to be a devil? No.

[Scott Hanson]

No.

[Lucia / Sylvie / Other Characters]

I just wish for the comfort of the Lord.

[Narrator / Jore Grando Elilovic]

In this moment, I could hear her pulse thickening. Could smell it pumping in her veins. Hot, sweet. It was this moment when I first fully realized the terrible thirst. As if my entire body had been drained of its fluids. As if I were dry bones in the bed next to this vibrant animal. All I needed to do was to bite the tender flesh of her neck.

[Lucia / Sylvie / Other Characters]

What is it, hero?

[Narrator / Jore Grando Elilovic]

My love, I think that perhaps. Perhaps I am not the same man you buried today after all.

[Lucia / Sylvie / Other Characters]

What do you mean?

[Narrator / Jore Grando Elilovic]

I must remove myself from here, from you. Until I can better understand why I woke this night.

[Lucia / Sylvie / Other Characters]

You're a husband. What are you doing?

[Narrator / Jore Grando Elilovic]

Dressing, Leaving this house. Why? Because you are in danger, Lucia. I dressed as quickly as possible, grabbed my oak cloak from a bag on the wall. Turn to her, still sitting in a pile of bedclothes, staring at my silhouette, lost. I wish you well. Don't know when you saw me.

[Lucia / Sylvie / Other Characters]

Where are you going?

[Narrator / Jore Grando Elilovic]

Far, far away.

[Lucia / Sylvie / Other Characters]

Will you return?

[Narrator / Jore Grando Elilovic]

Not as your husband? And with that, my afterlife began. The first order of business was slaking this horrible thirst that had overtaken me. I found my way to the village well. My body pulsed with expectation as I pulled up a bucket full of cold water. I brought the bucket to my mouth and drank deeply, but realizing that the water tasted of ash, burnt my throat, churned my stomach, and once more it would not stay down. Damn it. I did not have time to recover before I was interrupted.

[Albrecht Bernheim]

Is everything all right, friend?

[Narrator / Jore Grando Elilovic]

I turned to find my neighbor Braslava, a large, stupid man who I found myself frequently bickering with over trifles. Needless to say, he was surprised to find me there. Jure Grantor Aliovic. Braslova, my friend. Stay away, devil. Quiet. Listen to me. The devil. The devil has come to Kringa. Braslava, you damned idiot. Rise, neighbors. Help. I moved forward to quiet him, but as I got close, I felt it. His pulse, the heat coming off him, the smell of iron in his blood. And I knew the cause of my death. Before I knew what was happening, I was on him. My eye teeth, suddenly aching sharp, found his throat and pressed the flesh yielding with a gentle pop, the hot blood flooding my mouth, pulsing down my throat, feeling my empty stomach before my task was fully vanquished. Though he was dead, this wicked was closed. And it seemed my time in Kringle was up. Murderer. Murderer. I did not pause immediately. I ran, my cold muscles heating and nourished by Bar Slava's hot blood. I was revived, really fully revived from my time in the grave, More alive, it seemed, than I had ever been. As I left the town of my births behind and entered into the great forest of the night. I would not return for a long, long time. And so I ran faster than I had ever run. A wolf, an eagle. Long past the time that the villagers voices dropped away through the deep wood, I felt a Mad sort of glee. As I cut through the cold air, I radiated heat. Finally I found the road that cut through the heart of my country, the trade road. And I continued on, avoiding the occasional trader's encampment. I ran for hours that night. What stopped me finally was the appearance of the lights in the east. It occurred to me in that moment to ask the question, what was I becoming? What, in fact, had I already become in life? I never had the thought even to ask. I was the son of a stonemason, and so became a stonemason myself. I was a husband. I was a Christian. This was the way of our lives. There was no doubt about it. Death, it seems, had broken all of those bonds. And now? Where? Now I was awakened into a body transformed, hungry. The church wanders of fiends who fed in the night, against whom we hung crucifixes, wreaths of garlic. Was I such a fiend now? I hadn't been alive in this form an hour when I killed my forest man. Raslava was a fool, but our disagreements had always been minor. He was no enemy of mine, and I quite thoughtlessly drained his life away. Perhaps I deserved to die. And wasn't some light a weapon against creatures such as myself? I sat on a large stone on the sides of the road and allowed my situation to sink in. And as it did so rose a sudden wave of grief. Not to my shame, for Braslava, left dead on the public square in Gringa, nor imbalance. My Polycia by now had surely heard of her husband's horrible crime. No, I mourned for Joreh Grandohalilovic, the stonemason, the husband, the Christian, mourned his short, unremarkable life and his forgettable death. I mourned for his eternal soul too, now that he'd taken the life of an innocent. If, stupid man, I had committed a mortal sin, the worst of them all. The Holy Father would not forgive me. I thought too, in that moment that perhaps the most Christian thing I could do was to remove myself from the great filthy wash of the world. Perhaps the sun would burn me away along with the morning dew. And so I sat there on the side of the road, covered in raw dust and dried blood, and watched as the sky grew lighter from indigo to red to orange. I shivered as the horizon grew bright. I closed my eyes as the first rays of sunlight raced across the land and touched my face and did nothing but warm my eyelids. I would not get an easy way out. If I were going to die, I'd have to commit another mortal sin. Suicide. And so the next phase of my existence began in earnest. At first, I kept to the forests and fields, Subsiding on nourishment I could get from the birds or rodents caught in handmade snares. And then, with the theft of a spirit stronger and a quiverful of arrows, larger game. But these hunts yielded little in the way of sustaining blood. I had never been a great hunter, and even the deer that I did occasionally manage to injure and run down would only yield so much. For the hut, stopped when drained into flasks, would keep merely a couple of nights before becoming putrid. Finally, the horrible burning thirst outweighed any spiritual guilt that murder may have caused. And so I began to make little moral calculations. I moved north into Austria, Traveling from town to town. Began to prey on livestock. A lost lamb here, an errant cat there. A sheepdog himself gone astray. I tried to be as careful as possible, never visiting the same place twice. One lamb gone missing can be overlooked, but 2, 3 would draw unwanted attention. I had seen firsthand the fate of our livestock thieves. Though it may vary from town to town, it almost always ended at the wrong end of a blade. I had no wish to meet the death a second time. In this way, I made a sort of miserable part for myself, Skulking in the shadows, looking off, my shoulders cold and damp, boots perpetually caked with mud. A lone wolf cast out from its society. I was not content, of course, but had committed myself to the idea that my cursed blood meant that I somehow deserved my misery, that I was a shadow, a wraith, a sneaking, sniveling steth in the night. A man who had lost his life and now his dignity, which seemed to sting the first. But there was yet more for me to learn on my night journey.

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[Narrator / Jore Grando Elilovic]

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[Narrator / Jore Grando Elilovic]

It was in Enns, that strange old fortress of a city, that I found my mentor. I was peeking through the detritus in an alleyway, looking for a rat's nest to prey upon, when he burst from the door of a nearby tavern. A large man, gray bearded and pot belly, threw a smaller man out of a door and onto the damn cobbles, walking out and towering over him as he scraped and begged. My apologies, Herbahn. I did not know it was your purse.

[Albrecht Bernheim]

Why are to dog?

[Narrator / Jore Grando Elilovic]

I have returned it, my lord. I only stole it so that my daughters could.

[Albrecht Bernheim]

She said.

[Narrator / Jore Grando Elilovic]

Quiet. He had drawn a knife and pierced the man's guts before he had been able to make his case.

[Albrecht Bernheim]

What will your daughters eat now, Verm?

[Narrator / Jore Grando Elilovic]

With that, he wiped his blade on the dying man's shirt and walked back inside. I waited for someone to restrain the attacker, to call out for the guard. A murder had just been committed, but anyone who had witnessed the event turned and went about their business, refusing to encumber his slow retreat back into the tavern. And I was left alone in the alley with a man who was quickly being emptied upon the ground. I moved quickly to his side. Sticky sweet smell of his blood mixed with the filth and shit of the alley and the stink of fear in his sweat as he lay dying, making my mind reel with the thrust. But there was business to attend to. You. Who was that man? He looked up at me, dazed and half dead. Are you an angel? Who was that man? That is Herr Bernheim. Who is he? He is a merchant. Hmm. Is he wealthy? Yes. What I took, he wouldn't have noticed.

[Lucia / Sylvie / Other Characters]

Will you.

[Narrator / Jore Grando Elilovic]

Will you go to my daughters and please tell them that I loved them? I'm sorry, but no. But I. I would not waste such a gift. I finished him off, allowing the taste of hot human blood to once again fill me. For once, I had no fear of reprisal. After all, the man's death was inevitable and protected against consequence. Because the murder had been committed by a fancy man. At that moment, a fire burned brightly in my skull, casting away all the shadows of the previous months. The next morning, after scrubbing myself as clean as possible, making inquiries about the whereabouts of Bernheim's offices, I made my way towards them and opened his heavy wooden door into a large room filled with clocks hunched over large ledgers. Come in and shut the door. You're letting in the cold. No one bothered looking up. And wife would say I was nobody. I made my way up to the largest table in the room where a gray haired man sat checking figures. Excuse me, sir. Yes, what is it? I wish to speak to Herr Bernheim. Who is asking for him? Zhuri Grando Elelevich. Who are you? A beggar. Herr Bernheim does not suffer beggars at his door. I am not. Then who are you? I am looking for a job. Do you understand mathematics? I do not. Can you write? No. Are you a sailor? I am not. Young man, what can you do? I can kill. Wait here. Young man, be respectful for your own good. Thank you.

[Albrecht Bernheim]

Don't just stand there. Enter and shut the door behind you. What are you doing here?

[Narrator / Jore Grando Elilovic]

I wish to ask for a job.

[Albrecht Bernheim]

Yes, Klaus, that is much. What you have suggested is a very nasty sort of job. Against the loss of men, not to mention God's law. So why should I not have my men arrest you here and take you down to the city jail?

[Narrator / Jore Grando Elilovic]

Perhaps what you say is true, Herr Banheim. But if that is the case, why not bring yourself to the jail?

[Albrecht Bernheim]

Excuse me?

[Narrator / Jore Grando Elilovic]

Last night I happened to witness you handling a thief.

[Albrecht Bernheim]

You believe that you can come into my office and blackmail me? You are sadly mistaken, young man. Do you believe that anyone would dare hold me to account in this city, which I hold in the palm of my hand?

[Narrator / Jore Grando Elilovic]

You misunderstand, sir.

[Albrecht Bernheim]

Educate me then, before I slit your throat for impertinence.

[Narrator / Jore Grando Elilovic]

I do not wish to blackmail you, sir. I recognize that a man of your stature has a certain obligation to protect his business interests.

[Albrecht Bernheim]

Go on.

[Narrator / Jore Grando Elilovic]

I'm merely suggesting that perhaps you should not have to dirty your hands. So I wish to be your hand.

[Albrecht Bernheim]

What makes you think I need such a man on my payroll? What makes you think that I don't already employ such men, Sir?

[Narrator / Jore Grando Elilovic]

I do not need your money.

[Albrecht Bernheim]

So you wish no payment for your services?

[Narrator / Jore Grando Elilovic]

I did not say that.

[Albrecht Bernheim]

Then what are you saying?

[Narrator / Jore Grando Elilovic]

As payment, I wish only to learn more of your trade. In exchange, I will collect any debt owed you. No matter how unwilling the debtor. I will clear your path of anyone who works against your goals. Anyone at any time. You needn't even know that they are gone. Gone. You will only know that your business.

[Albrecht Bernheim]

Is made easier and you wish to learn the trade. That is all. No payment.

[Narrator / Jore Grando Elilovic]

Perhaps in the future you find my services useful. You will reconsider. But for now, all I ask for is knowledge.

[Albrecht Bernheim]

What is your name?

[Narrator / Jore Grando Elilovic]

I am Jor Grando, sir, at your service.

[Albrecht Bernheim]

Well, you're a grando. I do believe that we are in business.

[Narrator / Jore Grando Elilovic]

And so I found gainful employment under the tutelage of Albrecht Bernheim. The work was simple enough. Collections and retributions. So many were indebted to Bernheim, so many government officials in trauma. I'd seen power before in its basis form physical violence, which I myself excelled at. But Bernheim taught me true power. That of the purse. Though he ran an export business, his true business was control of men. There was very little that troubled me in these years. I was the shadow that stalked the night. And then walking down a side street walk one evening, flushed with the blood of another poor debtor, I was suddenly called out to from the dark of an alleyway.

[Albrecht Bernheim]

You.

[Narrator / Jore Grando Elilovic]

I stopped, searched the darkness, and in it found the pale sliver of a man dressed in rags. I stopped and considered him as he sculpt out of the shadows towards me. What do you want of me, beggar? I haven't any money to give you. Oh, I doubt that very much. You pocketed my own money weeks ago. And then I begged for my life. You took it. You seem to be living it as we speak, stranger. This is not alive. When your drains have loved from me. You left enough for me to live, but only for a bit. And then the fever took me. I died raving in my bed, covered in sweat and blood, cursing your name. Grando. I know that you are devil. And you? What is that you are? A fiend, A bloodsucker. A dead man walking around like the living, borrowing time from hell. It was not enough that you took my money, my life. But you have made me like you. What do you want from me? I want your end. I'm afraid. This man attacked me with a force that I have not encountered in any other living man. A sharpened stake in his hand. We grappled as Jakob wrestling the angel. He bit and scratched, punched and kicked. Very nearly had the best of me when I Managed to rest the the instrument from his hand and plunged it down into his chest. He could no longer speak, which, to be honest, was positive. But the fiery hatred in his eyes scorched me and then was extinguished. Was I responsible for the rift that had attacked me? Did I infect him with my own curse? And if I had, how many others were there out there, waiting to take their revenge? For many months, I feared looked behind me as I went about my nightly business. But no one came for me. Unlike all fears, this one eventually softened and siphoned on. As months passed into years, I learned to read, to write. I began picking about the languages of trade. Dutch and English, French and Spanish. The languages of the Far east and the subcontinent. As I came further and further into Bernheim's trust, I became privy to his balance sheets and correspondences. What I witnessed was a wide verb that spread across the whole of Europe and into the east, as well as across the Atlantic into the colonies. There, after a time, I began to make money myself, reinvesting it into his businesses. I was no longer a lowly enforcer. I was in his confidence, fully his right hand filled in my own right across the continent. At his behest, I changed my name from its hysterian roots, Anglicized it. Yuri Alerovich became Jury Havoc. It was this name that found itself written into his will many decades later. This is too generous, Albrecht.

[Albrecht Bernheim]

Nonsense. I never had children of my own. If it didn't go to you, it would all be left to the scavengers. But with you, the company will continue in the manner I have chosen. And I do believe that with you it will be carried forth for a very, very long time.

[Narrator / Jore Grando Elilovic]

I hope that I do you injustice.

[Albrecht Bernheim]

What you must tell me. You're a grand ome, while all around you have ages grown ill, lost tooth and limb. You have remained unchanged these last 20 years. You must have heard the whispers about you from within the company. And without, how have you maintained your youth?

[Narrator / Jore Grando Elilovic]

I suppose that is my piety. Nonsense.

[Albrecht Bernheim]

There is no piety in you.

[Narrator / Jore Grando Elilovic]

What is your real question? Outreg?

[Albrecht Bernheim]

Are you the devil?

[Narrator / Jore Grando Elilovic]

No, my friend. I am not.

[Albrecht Bernheim]

A shame. I would have liked to have had your favor when I make it to Hell.

[Narrator / Jore Grando Elilovic]

Alas.

[Albrecht Bernheim]

Alas. Were you then touched by the Devil?

[Narrator / Jore Grando Elilovic]

I do not know if it was an agent of heaven or hell who drew me out of my grave. It is the singular mystery of my life.

[Albrecht Bernheim]

It is just as well. But let me give you a warning, Grando. Yes, it is good for men to fear you. But if they fear you too much, they will try to end you. You cannot continue to remain young as those around you crumble to dust. If they find out what you truly are, they will kill you.

[Narrator / Jore Grando Elilovic]

For what then should I do?

[Albrecht Bernheim]

We have offices all over the world which have not seen your visage. Go to the landing offices and announce yourself as the son of J. Havok come to manage local affairs. After a time, announce that your father is dead and continue on as junior. In this way you will be able to move around the world unmolested.

[Narrator / Jore Grando Elilovic]

Thank you Albrecht. How sensible.

[Albrecht Bernheim]

But if you are ever challenged, violently crush that rebellion. They will fear your name and they will fear mine too, long after I'm gone. Yes, for you they leave my name on the company of Leave me now. You must sleep. Go out and conquer in my name, Santo Abra.

[Narrator / Jore Grando Elilovic]

I will of course. My first order of business upon taking control of his company was was to change its name from Bernheim and Trading Partners to the Havoc Trading Company. And so it was forward to London where my life as a merchant prince would begin.

[Aaron Manke / Announcer]

Havoc Town was created by me, Aaron Manke. The show was written and directed by Nicholas Takoski. This episode was edited and sound designed by Nicholas Gnomes Griffin. Starring Jewel State as Corinne Abbas, James Callis as Jerry Havoc, Felicia Day as Sylvie Harris with additional voice acting from Hannah Fierman, David Caprita, Gabriel Minack, Charlie David Newell, Beverly Bremers, Jack Lafferty, Jay Jones, Darren Heames, David Devries and Aaron Manke. This season is directed by Nicholas Takosky with assistant directors Sarah Klein and and Jake Diamond. Casting by Sunday Bowling CSA and Meg Moorman, CSA production coordinator Wayne Calderon. Our theme song was created by Chris Childs executive producers Aaron Manke, Trevor Young and Matt Frederick with supervising producer Rima El Kayali and producers Gnomes Griffin and Jesse Funk. Havoc Town is set in the Bridgewater Audio universe, which includes the hit fiction podcasts Bridgewater and Consumed. Learn more about both shows as well as havoc [e-mail] and find more podcasts from iHeartRadio by visiting the iHeartRadio app, Apple Podcasts or wherever you listen to your favorite shows.

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[Narrator / Jore Grando Elilovic]

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