"What's this now? A mystery well-wisher?" Felix took the parchment and read it as well.
Sylvester was meanwhile in more confusion than he had begun with. The short message could mean many things, but what gave him the headache was the big question. 'Who and why?'
As far as he remembered, he had no real friends in such places where they could help him. Inquisitor high lord would have solved the case if that was the case. So, who was this secret helper now? And does this mean he has infiltrated high places?
He had more questions than answers. Not to mention, there was another possibility; it could just be a ploy by someone to steer his investigation away.
"Boy, who gave this to you? Can you describe him?" Sylvester focused on the kid, likely ten years old.
The boy was clearly scared of the tall and armoured bunch of them. So Sylvester knelt down and handed him a silver coin. "Tell me, and you can have another."
