Talan raised a brow, swirling the amber liquid in his cup. He leaned back, crossing his legs, looking right at home in the seedy bar.

“And why should I help you?” His gaze was calculative, a result of living in the lawless Underground. “What you’re asking won't be cheap.”

Talan was the best informant in the city. Hard to track and efficient, he could find virtually any information a client requested.

That is, if he took the job.