The old man looked at Zach and saw the opportunistic glint in his eyes.
"Kid, if you look for me for anything that isn't related to the twelfth Trial, I'll skin you." The old man's tone was sharp. Zach believed him, and the light in his eyes died out.
"Sio. Someone at the Duchy always knows where to find me." The old man, Sio, didn't give any unnecessary details. But if Zach wanted to contact him, he now had a way.
"You're related to the Systines, old man?" Zach had completely dropped the honorifics sometime during the conversation. But calling Sio an old man even had the old man raise his eyebrow.
"Yeah. I don't meddle, though, and most of them don't know about me. So, don't go blabbering."
"Of course. My lips are sealed."
