Black Knight?
Lloyd toyed with the chess piece. It felt smooth and warm to the touch, exquisitely crafted as if from some kind of soft jade.
It also emitted a faint wisp of Spiritual Energy, about the same intensity as the monocle Desda had given him. It could only be considered an artisan craft, not yet reaching the level of a Spiritual Object.
Why would someone keep a single piece like this in a bank's safe deposit box?
'How strange. Is it supposed to be a hint about something?'
Lloyd pondered this for a moment, then set down the Black Knight piece and opened the letter.
It contained a very simple message:
"Hello. No matter who you are, if you are reading this letter, it means I am already dead. If you could, please help me deliver this check to my wife, Anna, and tell her I'm sorry...
As for the chess piece, if you feel it's useful to you, please keep it. If not, feel free to dispose of it as you see fit."
At the bottom was an address and a signature:
Stilote
