C1113 Detective's Mission

As night descended, Redspell remained a beacon of light, its brilliance mirroring the dazzling stars above.

Rona donned his hat, straightened his black windbreaker, extinguished the room's lights, and stepped out into the evening. It was his third day in anticipation of what treasures the coffee shop might yield.

The knights of Redspell held no terror for Rona. With his capabilities