I Want To Try The Sweet One Too

Mag put down the roujiamo in his hand and rose to his feet to open the door. Outside stood a tall, lean man in a black long gown, his black hat almost over his eyes. He stood sideways, and said in a low voice, "May I come in?"

Mag recognized his face. He nodded and let him in, then closed the door again. The man was the owner of the private detective agency that Mag had been to the other day. Mag had hired him to investigate Krassu and Urien. His name, Sherlock, was the reason why Mag had chosen him. Mag never thought to see him so soon.