Jasmine was in no hurry to talk business with Harold. She waited until dinner was nearly finished and the atmosphere had become more relaxed, and after the old butler had taken the little Black Dragon - who was so full his eyes were drooping with sleepiness - upstairs to sleep. Only then did she speak of the primary purpose for inviting Harold to dinner this time.
"A book?" Harold looked at the book placed in front of him, surprised by its size and material.
