Danitz wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth and sat up with a yawn.
"...I haven't slept that well in ages."
"Right, just now..."
He blanked for a moment, instinctively glancing sideways at the empty chair beside the dining table. Shaking his head in confusion, he asked, "Did you settle the bill?"
"You said it was your treat before you fell asleep."
"Did I? I'll go pay, then."
With that, Danitz rose unsteadily and headed for the bar.
Watching Danitz's still sleep-addled figure retreat, Cyril flicked a gold coin into the air with a ringing chime.
Eric Drake... Was he probing Danitz's memories through a dream while talking to me?
Just what I'd expect of a veteran Spectator.
Unfortunately, Danitz was just an ordinary passenger at the time. He wouldn't know much more than the ordinary people aboard.
I wonder if he can discover anything through the mind world, though. Gehrman Sparrow, for instance, or Mr. Azik.
If he goes to probe Gehrman Sparrow, I wonder whether he'll get himself a one-way ticket to that foggy town.
At that thought, the corners of his mouth curled up despite himself, and he tossed the coin again.
At an occult-themed café on Olive Tree Avenue.
After meeting Alger, the Hanged Man, in person for the first time and engaging in a round of roundabout conversation and mutual probing.
Klein slowly rose to his feet. Looking at Alger, who sat behind the table dressed as a folk warlock, he chuckled. "To be frank, that outfit doesn't suit you."
Alger froze briefly, unable to follow his train of thought. Still, he didn't ask. Compared to that baffling remark, there was something else he was much more curious about.
"Why did you come to me for divination?"
Klein smiled and drew a card