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  "You heard me," nonchalant, Staxius stared Jason with confidence.

  "Sprinkles," bothered for an instant, the bartender gathered back the lost composure. Sprinkles was a well-known group, one of many talented individuals who obeyed the most gifted strategist to ever work for the Dark guild. Her name and real identity were never disclosed, people knew her from a cupcake tattoo on her neck. Merciless, cold and ruthless, anyone without exception who ticked her off was killed without a say. Daily, where ever she may be, five top guards would remain behind – their gaze ever so piercing and fingers ready to fire.  

  "Did Karlson speak to you about that group?" from shaken to now pouring drinks, Jason masterfully handled the customers.

  "Let's just say I was tipped off by a bird," he was bound to secrecy – revealing from where the information was obtained could only bring misfortune.