"Oh? So it's you, the visitor from Nali this morning... What a coincidence, we've met again."
Fisher hadn't yet asked the Book Knight what he was doing here when he suddenly smelled a strong scent of alcohol coming from the alley before him. Following the dim moonlight, he saw an old man with the appearance of a beggar, clutching an iron liquor flask in his hand.
He was leaning against the side of the alley, periodically lifting the flask to his mouth to take a swig of strong liquor. Drops of clear liquid fell from the corner of his mouth, landing precisely on the compass he held in his lap—the one made in Nali.
It was Captain Jesse, the old captain he had encountered at the Magic Market that morning. Fisher still remembered his name.
"Captain Jesse, right?"
