"Maybe. But that depends on what you have for me. It can't be something small…"
"What do you want to know?" it asked.
"Names. The people that are causing these attacks and the reason for it," Ludwig said. He did not blink. "Also who is the one you last locked gaze with."
"That one's name… I don't know. But she told me that I'll have a fated encounter with you… I suppose she was right."
"A person who knows the future? Sounds unbelievable," Ludwig said.
"Yes. Especially since she told me that you'd kill the Faceless. I didn't think you had it in you… ah one more thing… one of her companions seems to hold you in high regards… as in he wants you to marinate more…"
"Do I look like a chicken breast to be marinated, speak proper words," Ludwig said, irked. The chamber felt smaller after that image, as if the ceiling had dropped a thumb's width.
"Well, you met him a couple times, they mentioned. And has an endless animosity with your master…"
"The Fanged Apostle…"
