The warden's office.
"...The underground brokers those spies found were indeed well-known in the underworld, but unfortunately, he had once been an informant for the heretic inquisition, and then just yesterday the heretic inquisition managed to find him, so we discovered their tracks. If nothing unexpected happens, their hideout is in the old district. It has to be said, luck is on our side."
Aiden sat in his office chair, seriously feeding concocted intelligence to Sera, who was on the sofa.
Sera's face was tense, her hands gripping her knees, knuckles turning white.
Aiden carefully observed Sera's expressions and bodily reactions, then began to probe, "Why such a face? You could be a little happier, this is good news for both of us. Once they're caught, you are temporarily safe, and I'm spared a headache."
"Warden..." Sera began cautiously, "are you planning to get involved personally? Taking along the prisoners?"
