The man in the worn robe had been staying at this shabby inn for several days, intending to have lunch as usual. But as he went downstairs, he unexpectedly saw a very familiar figure by the wall.
"Long time no see, Mr. Watson."
Shard, looking down at the news, heard someone greeting him in the oddly accented Casenric language. As soon as he looked up, he saw that person pulling over a wooden chair from the opposite side of the table and sitting down in the light of the kerosene lamp on the wall.
His eyelashes were extremely short, his black eyes were unusually bright, and his brown desert robe was old. The stubble on his chin was probably longer than his hair.
"Mr. Sean Asmon?"
Shard was taken aback, not expecting to meet him again.
"Yes, Mr. Watson, I'm glad to meet you again in this unfamiliar city."
The demonologist put down his notebook and flashed Shard his signature, strange smile.
