Puppets and Commissions

In Rosago's mind, the young detective knew when to back down. If the ambassador hadn't ordered his death, Rosago wouldn't have bothered killing someone so insignificant.

Blame your own bad luck for getting caught up in something like this while you're still Lower Sequence...

Disguised as Sheriff Fasin, Rosago muttered silently to himself as he strode toward 15 Minsk Street.

Then, after performing another divination, he reached out and rang the doorbell.

The chime echoed through the quiet night. Inside, Klein tensed instantly and slipped his hands into his pockets, touching his Tarot Cards with one hand and his Language of Foulness charm with the other.

He walked slowly toward the front door. With his Clown abilities, he foresaw what he would see when he opened it:

The Crimson Moon was still faintly visible, and the elegant gas streetlamps stood unchanged. A sheriff in a black-and-white checked uniform, with three chevrons on his shoulder boards, waited impatiently by the door.

He had short, yellowish-brown whiskers on his chin. It was Sheriff Fasin, who had handled the Sherlock Moriarty self-defense case.

Klein had a good impression of him. Before Miss Judgment had questioned Klein, the sheriff had kindly warned him, giving him some time to prepare himself.

But Klein wasn't about to open the door blindly...

The Clown Mask that Mr. Tower offered up each week for his "education" could change a person's appearance, and it was almost certainly a Beyonder item from the Seer Pathway...

So a Mid-Sequence Beyonder of the Seer Pathway probably had a similar ability!

With that thought, Klein silently repeated, "The visitor outside will bring danger." He flicked a quarter-penny copper coin into the air and watched it land in his palm, number side up.

No... Klein thought. But he didn't lower his guard. The ambassador