Shard glanced sideways at the withered, blackened roses in the shop window behind him, then continued greeting:
"Mr. Asmon, long time no see. Heavy rain, nighttime, flower shop, candles, our meeting this time, is in such an interesting setting. Would you like to sit down and have a chat?"
The Demonologist didn't mind the dismal surroundings, and sat down at the table in front of the flower shop. As the sleeve of his robe brushed across the table, the notebook he carried with him, worn at the edges, lay on the table.
Shard pointed to himself:
"I spent most of the spring in the Randall Valley; I must admit, the spring there is truly beautiful. After the Golden Dawn Opera Group left the Randall Valley, I also left. Then I went to Velindale City, intending to go to Tobesk to watch the city-wide horsemanship competition, but was delayed because of some trivial matters... tedious policemen... and came here, hoping to see if there's anything new during the two countries' negotiations."
