Wade And the Scorpion's Claw
“Cold stars. The streets of Lisbon lie over the next hill.
I rest at my campfire. By my side lies a thick cloth woven of lead fibers, in which Scorpio sleeps.
I know the properties of lead to shield oneself from harm. But I have since learned of the legendary stone called jade, found only in the distant East. Jade is said to more strongly guard one from such dark energy as our ancient Scorpio emits.
And so I call upon a friend from days gone by—a trader with the Chinese of the East. He will bring the relic there and ask those Eastern artisans to craft for it a shell of finest jade.
I glance up at the position of the stars over his city, and like clockwork, the branches rustle. My friend appears, carrying in his hands a simple lead casket that will soon, I hope, hold like a tomb the scorpion of Chinese jade.
“That’s all,” Becca said quietly. “The next coded part doesn’t use this keyword. It must be about another relic and another Guardian.”
I read the translation from her notebook again.
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