"Tell me what you know about the marked," Laz asked in a somewhat commanding voice. He was making a gamble, one that he hoped would work.
"I'm sorry sir. I am not allowed to disclose the identity of any of the others, even if you are another marked," the young lady leading Laz replied with an apologetic look. Laz noticed that the outfit she was wearing matched the same one the woman at the door had on, a black leather top and black leather pants with boots. While it was tight in many places, it didn't scream sexual the way Laz thought this place might display itself. Also of note was the red robed figures were standing both at the entrance and around the halls Laz was led through, as though they were guards posted for security purposes.
"No no. I meant more in a general aspect," Laz said, clarifying his question.
