Well, the ad in the paper sent up major flags for Bartleby. Heck, just the idea of someone being ballsy enough to publicly announce lessons in blood magic was nothing less than intriguing. Since Bartleby knew that he could use something of a tutor he went right down to his office to find a suitable surrogate for this dealing. Yes, he'd hafta show up in person eventually, but for the first meet he'd much rather send someone else in to test the waters. So dressing up one Uncle Barry in Bartleby's spy uniform, and getting a walkie talkie duct taped to his chest, the mortician sent his little associate out on his way.
Stumbling through the streets the creature looked..well...probably drunk just by the way it moved. However, nobody was really on the streets at this time, or at the very least nobody was there that would want to talk to some staggering person bundled up in a trench coat. Looking through the eyes of the zombie, Bartleby found who he presumed to be would be his future teacher waiting on a picnic table within the park. Sending the creature shuffling over, he focused a little and the creature raised its hand in something of a wave.
Coming through the speaker in the zombie's chest came Bartleby's normal cheery voice, "Well hello there! Nice to meet you."