"I need answers," Liam said, turning slowly back to Jaegel. His voice was calm, but his eyes were sharp, locked in a careful study of the man before him.
"All of them. You're going to tell me everything you know about the Order. Names. Locations. Who they're working with. Where they're summoning Mammon from. All of it."
Jaegel hesitated only for a second, but it was enough to make Liam's gaze narrow.
"I will," Jaegel said, quickly bowing his head. "I swear. There's… a lot. The Order works in layers. Compartments. Most operatives don't even know who's giving them their orders. But my position was a bit high in the order, so I know more than the average member."
Liam tilted his head slightly, not moving.
"I was never trusted with everything," Jaegel explained. "They don't trust anyone that much. But I know where they hide. Where they gather. Where some of the old texts are kept."
"Interesting," Liam muttered.
He turned, about to walk past him.
