Professor Tink paused for a moment, his brows subtly knitting together. When he had asked Raze whether there was something he desired, a favor of sorts, he had expected a request related to the academy's politics or structure.
Maybe a letter of recommendation to get into the Central Academy, or even a hint about the upcoming events so he could give his own academy a competitive edge. But instead… this question. This specific, obscure inquiry.
Tink leaned forward, his tone shifting.
"Where did you hear about that?" he asked. "That's not something you should even know exists."
His response confirmed it. The item did exist. But now, Raze found himself in yet another delicate position, this time, completely unintended. He hadn't known the information was a tightly kept secret.
He had only heard about it through Alen, someone with high-level access.
