September 5, Sunday, evening.
Aaron received another tip from the Iron Fist Gang and learned that a gathering was taking place that night.
He put on the Rapier mask, passed the ugly, hunchbacked doorman's inspection, and entered the underground space.
He was looking forward to this trade, because he might get something out of The Cleric, Nicholas Inam.
After taking his seat, Aaron habitually glanced around. He spotted The Cleric, who nodded at him as well.
Seeing this, Aaron felt relieved. The final piece of the Light Shepherd puzzle was within reach.
Once he had confirmed that, he relaxed against the high-backed chair and studied the traders in attendance.
Hmm, Clark and Bruce are here too... Miss White Dove is here as well... She doesn't recognize me as the Divine Envoy from that day, but she's avoiding my eyes a little. Is she feeling guilty about selling the Rapier to the Divine Envoy?
Aaron amusedly analyzed Lilliat's reaction. Beneath his mask, his expression suddenly shifted.
He tapped his mask and looked toward an unfamiliar man dressed in black.
His instinctive sense of danger told him he felt a faint threat and hostility, though not much.
It feels more like general hostility, as if there's a definite enemy among the crowd, but he can't identify the target...
Aaron gave the man in black a long look and memorized his face.
A moment later, Jazz came over to his seat holding a candelabra. He glanced around and said in a low voice, "I have a major client lately, so all the potions I have on hand have been going to them first. That means I have nothing to trade this time."
"Now, allow me to introduce a newcomer—Mr. Hound!"
The man in black Aaron had just been watching stood up and said