Kael was done playing nice.
He was very angry this time. He wanted to see the end of it.
He came to find Red Morn's lair this time. Although Red Morn was dead, some of his people were still here. It was in a slum area. where the city's lowest—and most dangerous—called home.
It was a place where the city guards were afraid to come even during the day. But Kael had come here alone at night.
He found a bear-faced man sitting on a broken crate outside a shack that stank of fermented fish. The man was half-drunk, one tusk chipped. Bigger than Kael.
Kael's eyes met his. No blinking.
"Where's Red Morn's lair?"
The bear-man tensed. "You lost, human?"
Kael didn't respond. Just took one slow step forward. The kind of step that says you'd better start talking before I take something from you.
The bear-man shifted, then looked away. "Three alleys down. Red door with black paint. You'll smell it before you see it."
Kael nodded once. "Thanks."
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