Brigham's expression instantly darkened upon receiving this piece of intel. He glanced at the smirking dwarf and asked in a grave tone, "When did you get your hands on this information?"
"Just this morning," Krummor replied succinctly.
A million thoughts swirled inside the old patriarch's mind. The amount of information he had received, as well as the value of it, far exceeded his expectations.
He had learned of the machinations of an evil cult who planned to harm the city. Moreover, he also realized that the Umbra Thieves had hastened up trying to destroy him and everything he held dear.
The old man's fists involuntarily clenched as a name emerged in his mind.
Kissinger!
He knew this was retribution for what he did to him all those years ago. By all rights, he knew that he deserved it. However, it still pinched him that the man would go after the businesses that he had worked so hard for over the decades.
