5 p.m., Olive Tree Avenue, Pam's Divination Lodge.
Alger Wilson pushed open a brown wooden door with panes of glass situated above it, and he entered the cafe that had a mysticism theme.
He ordered a cup of Fermo coffee from the Paz Valley on the Star Highlands of the Southern Continent. He took out the tarot cards he had bought earlier and placed it beside him. The top card was The Hanged Man, depicting an angel hanging upside down with his hands tied behind his back.
Unlike this morning, he had changed into a dark, classical robe and wore a clergyman's biretta, like a warlock or magician from folklore.
After taking in a silent breath, Alger slowly sipped his coffee. He didn't show any anxiety from waiting.
After about five or six minutes, the thick brown wooden door opened again, and a young man in a black tweed coat and a half top hat came in.
