He sat in his living room, the remnants of the day's light casting shadows across the balcony. The simple meal lay on a side table, untouched as his attention remained glued to the ritual before him.
He took a deep breath and cast his senses outward, seeking a connection between the threads of Fate and the daily news. His fingers traced the pattern of an intricate knot, speaking the words of power that wove together the strands of destiny.
"Until I light the next cigarette", he said.
The air crackled with ephemeral energy, the scent of ozone stinging his nostrils, as he willed the imago into existence. For him, coincidence was rarely just coincidence; it was often the subtle whisper of the supernatural attempting to make itself known. And then, the copy of the Sacbee, he had purchased on his way back home - a daily ritual - seemed to pulse faintly with warmth as if in response to his spell, he was looking for random news that Fate one way or another would tie to the Veil. It wasn't much, more often than not the results were cold trails, but it kept him busy.
Dislodged from his focus, for one reason or another, his mind conjured an image of Star. That's when a smile spread over his face, he wondered how the guy was doing.
Opening the paper on a random page, his eyes scanned the headlines, settling on a particular story tucked away on page three. "break-in," he read, the unlit cigarette bobbing as he spoke. The black, bold letters stark against the ochre newsprint. The details were scant, the police suspected foul play, but something about the curt report set his instincts on edge.
2 successes
1 Ambient Mana Spent, +3 conditional duration, 5 turns