[center][h2]Kazamyr Silvestrov[/h2][/center]
[i]"Nothing beyond what I'd told you about."[/i] Kazamyr still had a few familiars perched about the city, even now, but he was leaving the majority inactive until nightfall. Keeping track of them all at once was taxing both on his mind and his Magic Circuits. [i]"It would seem that the remainder of our enemies are either patient or cowardly, and alas, I wouldn't bank on the latter."[/i]

The bus came to a slow and creaking halt, and Kazamyr stepped off, striding down the sidewalk towards the destination now in sight. [i]"As for Caster... she looked like a witch. Almost [/i]too[i] much like a witch, even."[/i] Could ancient spellcasters truly have worn hats that ostentatious? Then again, it wouldn't be unexpected for the collective perceptions of society to influence the nature of a Heroic Spirit in such a manner. [i]"Call it a hunch, but I'd bet money she has something to do with Salem and its sordid history."[/i] He paused, frowning slightly. [i]"Wait, would you know what that is?"[/i] Servants were supplied with a certain level of information to help them make sense of whatever era they were summoned in, but Kazamyr wasn't sure how much that would apply to historical events. [i]"There was a witch hunt in this country around three hundred years ago. Supposedly many innocents were tried and executed, but it's rumored that some real mages were involved..."[/i]

The Redrock Public Library was a modest two-story brick building, with a wide entrance that loomed over the street before it. As Kazamyr swept through the doors, the noise of the outside world faded behind him, replaced by a dull and heavy quiet, the faint rustling of paper and occasional clicking of old computer keys.

Following the plastic-coated signs taped to the top of the bookshelves, the Russian magus made his way to the history section, briefly pulling out his phone to check some of the notes he'd made earlier. [i]"Salem will be worth looking up. Then Norse myths, and old Japanese war stories. Maybe some histories of the town itself."[/i]

Then he stopped in his tracks, and smiled. [i]"Ah, but I'm being selfish! There are probably things you're curious about as well, yes?"[/i] He ran his fingers along a row of books, searching idly through their titles for a few moments before pulling one off the shelf and flipping open its first page:

	[i]Sun Tzu said: The art of war is of vital importance to the State. It is a matter of life and death, a road either to safety or to ruin. Hence it is a subject of inquiry which can on no account be neglected...[/i]

Kazamyr's eyes briefly glanced up at thin air, with a hint of mischief. [i]"Interested? I think you might like this one."[/i]

[@King Cosmos]