"Enhancing luck, choosing the option most favorable to yourself among countless possibilities. Yes, I think this relic should meet your requirements."
At Old John Pawnshop on Thursday morning, Old Dad John sat behind the counter and poked his head out from behind the newspaper. The outward-facing page showed the news that Margaret Anjou was about to arrive, the headline story in most respectable newspapers today:
"You're lucky. I really did find it. But those who toy with fate will ultimately be toyed with by fate. So unless it's absolutely necessary, young man, I wouldn't advise doing this."
The old man lazily spoke as he flipped through the newspaper. It was a well-intentioned warning.
"Which relic did you find?"
Shade knew Old Dad John was right. He had already learned that lesson many times through the Dice of Destiny and the Puppeteer's Script.
"Or perhaps it isn't a relic? Some special Ancient Era ritual to change one's luck? Or one of those so-called luck potions?"
"Detective, think carefully. If I had luck potions and rituals for changing luck, wouldn't I have sold them to Schneider long ago? It's a relic, Keeper of Secrets Level—the Golden Lucky Rabbit Foot."
Shade thought for a moment.
"Never heard of it."
Old Dad John continued reading the newspaper, introducing it in that same lazy voice. In the early winter, Tobesk's smog was especially severe. Through the display window, they could see that most people on the gray streets walked with their heads lowered, hats on, hands covering their mouths. Yet the pawnshop was warm and comfortable.
"This isn't a particularly famous relic. Its characteristics are very simple:
Touch the relic to gain luck. Every choice you make afterward will lead to the optimal option. When you feel you no longer need that extra luck, pour