Chapter 89: Scrawled

Torven grunts, leaning against the doorframe. "I wasn't just an arms dealer, boy. I had ears in places no one else could reach. When the Rion leader needed help cleaning out the Dark Clan, I gave him the leads. Cost me plenty too. The bastards don't take kindly to loose ends, and I became one the second I opened my mouth to your people."

Azure tilts his head, his gaze sharp. "Yet here you are, alive and well. Seems to me you're good at surviving. That's exactly why I need your help."

Torven's face hardens, his voice dropping into a warning tone. "Help? You think I'm just going to hand over what I know? Even if I did, going after the Dark Clan is suicide. They're not the kind of enemy you can outwit easily."

Azure crosses his arms, his expression unyielding. "I'm not asking for advice on strategy. I need a way to contact them, or at least someone who can lead me to them. You're the only lead I've got."