"Shadow be damned, is this really how you conduct your investigations?" The thief 'Francois' asked his burly companion helplessly, "Breaking into people's homes at night, tying them to chairs or beds, and questioning them at knifepoint?"
"Yes." The Nordic man named 'Bartlett' across from him nodded naturally, "But when dealing with Baron Richard, I stopped him on the road first, without entering his house. However, I worried afterward that he might not be telling the truth, so I went back to confirm, fortunately I did."
"Didn't we agree to blend in with the locals first?" Francois rubbed his forehead and sighed helplessly. He didn't really want to come to this strange city and complete this task with the tall Nordic man in front of him. He had no choice but to obey Julian, who held dirt on him.
