"Do you have any more of Emperor Roselle's notes?"
Lorne sipped his beer, thinking this was probably his "Lucky One" ability at work. He swirled his glass. "The gathering's about to start. Why don't we wait until-"
"Buying at the gathering means paying a commission, and both the buyer and seller have to pay," Alger interrupted, tapping his rough fingers against the wooden bar.
This guy's shrewd... Lorne glanced sideways at the man's somewhat weathered skin.
Most believers of the Lord of Storms are hotheaded and unreasonable, especially at sea... but he doesn't seem like that.
For some reason, he suddenly thought of Edwina.
Could he be a believer of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom too?
"Is 'Flame' not here this time?" Alger asked with feigned casualness, watching Lorne out of the corner of his eye.
"He'll come after the gathering." Lorne had no intention of dwelling on the subject. He picked up his glass and drained it.
"Anyway, I do have those notes of Emperor Roselle's you asked about."
"I spent a long time collecting-well, compiling-them."
"Interested?"
"Yes." Alger didn't deny it. Thanks to the Tarot Club, collecting Roselle's Diary had become a regular habit.
Whenever he attended a Beyonder gathering, he paid particular attention to anything related to it.
Besides, Mr. Fool was quite pleased with the last batch... He clearly remembered how, during that Tarot Club meeting, Mr. Fool had briefly looked taken aback upon seeing the pages of Roselle's Diary he had submitted.
It had lasted only an instant, but Alger had keenly picked up on it.
Those pages of Roselle's Diary had to be special-special enough to surprise even Mr. Fool.
At that thought, Alger gave Lorne another few appraising looks. He didn't know how Lorne had gotten involved with Danitz, but he was