Shredded vegetables and a roasted hundred-year-old Elemental Pheasant.
That was what Hau'goth had prepared for me today.
"…Hau, is there something you need from me?"
As the scholarly minotaur chef served me my expensive breakfast (on the house), I tilted my head.
[Absolute Awareness] already swept past the magical protection of his golden fur and scanned him for any anomalies.
There didn't seem to be any.
So, I checked his thoughts. At the same time I did, Hau'goth spoke.
"I need your help with something. It's… something hard to explain."
His tone was rather grim, and a mild discomfort plagued his mind struggling to come up with the words he needed.
Since I read his thoughts, I decided to help.
"…Is it about that weird group of tenants?"
Hau'goth froze for a moment.
"What? How did you know?"
I shrugged. "I'm pretty perceptive as a person, you know? Also, I work as an Info-Hunter—people go to me to find lost souls and misplaced things."
What more was there to say?
