Knowing him, he probably didn't hesitate much when your name was called. To find out information by any humane or inhumane means – that was the contract. And he was known for choosing the most effective and least humane ways to solve problems.

The measured thud of his boots echoed hollowly on the wooden floorboards. The room was barely recognizable due to the semi-darkness, but judging by the volume of the sounds, they were not far from some densely populated tavern. It didn't stop him, or maybe, on the contrary, he deliberately chose a place so that the screams could not be heard. Rience snapped his fingers and a small flame instantly flared up on their pads, as if from a match.

"Long time no see..." – a satisfied grin spread across his lips, resembling more a wolf's, – "You haven't changed much."