"Alright, Miss Amelia," Reynard said at last. "Where should I bring the gold?"
"I will arrange a meeting for us later, when I'm ready. I don't think I will be able to take the manual away for more than a month, so free your schedule for this time. Oh, and if you want someone else to study it—such as your female friend—then they should come with you. It might be their only chance."
"Alright. But… That's a lot of strangeness, Miss Amelia. Is the manual really can't be copied, even by someone who learned all they could from it?"
"Well, it's hard to explain to someone who didn't see and study it. The manual… Is a bird."
"A bird?!"
"Yes. The Loremaster of Frost named it Frozen Balance. The refinement technique AND the bird. The bird serves as a teacher of the technique, but also as its helper. Not a catalyst in the common meaning of a word, but similar."
Reynard understood that he understood nothing.
