As they approached a tavern known for its rumors, Lila whispered, "Inside, you'll find someone who knows about the Shadow Warlord."
The group entered, the dim lighting casting shadows on the walls. A rough crowd filled the tables, drinking and sharing tales of their adventures.
"Who are we looking for?" Mei asked, scanning the room.
"His name is Old Jin. He's a bit of a recluse, but he knows everything that happens in Fenghua," Lila replied. "Just… don't mention the Warlord. It makes people nervous."
"Great, now I'm nervous," Alex muttered under his breath.
They approached a table where an old man sat alone, his weathered face etched with wisdom. "Old Jin?" Lianhua asked, cautiously.
The old man looked up, his eyes narrowing. "What do you want?" he grumbled, suspicion evident in his gaze.
"We need information about the Shadow Warlord," Lianhua said directly.
Old Jin chuckled darkly. "The Warlord's shadows are not something you want to tangle with, girl. He controls more than you can imagine."
"Then help us understand. We can't be caught unprepared," Lianhua pressed, determination shining in her eyes.
Old Jin studied them for a long moment, then sighed. "Very well. But know this: the Warlord has spies everywhere. You may think you're safe, but you're not."
Before he could elaborate, the tavern door burst open, and a group of heavily armed men entered, their presence commanding immediate attention. The air grew tense as patrons fell silent, recognizing the emissaries of the Shadow Warlord.