"Sir... I actually know a pretty good psychologist, should I introduce you to him?"
Despite his shock, Shard asked politely. The man opposite him in the wine-red formal wear might very well be the Circle Sorcerer of "[[Blood of Mercury]]" that Miss Annette had just mentioned. He had just heard the news, and before he could turn around, he was caught; it seemed his luck had indeed run out.
But there was no panic, Shard knew what he had to do.
"No, I'm here for you; this book told me so."
The man shook the small book in his hand at Shard. It was palm-sized, a size more commonly used for casual reading by travelers.
The cover of the book appeared to be made of wrinkled leather material, with nothing but a title and a single sentence. Shard had never seen the language used for the title and the sentence, but he still deciphered them:
[[The Puppeteer's Script]]
[[Perhaps people think that they can control fate, yet they do not realize that all is already within the grasp of fate.]]
