"Taifu told me, he's one of my... my debtors," Akmenon stuttered, the sharp gaze of the other person piercing his mind like a hole, uncontrollable truths spilling from his mouth, "This establishment offers loan services, with interest merely doubling each month..."
"This Taifu, who is he?" Bruto slammed an empty glass onto the bar counter, "And how can you be sure his information is accurate?"
"It's just Taifu, I was stuttering earlier." The tavern owner corrected helplessly, "He handles armament procurement for Yiltu, the former master of that Succubus Paladin. When my... collector brought him to me, he said the only valuable thing he had was this information."
"Is that so..." Lancelot stroked his chin, "So what exactly did he say?"
