Thratvar was standing in the main hall of their hideout, inspecting the first of the swords they ordered.
"I've got bad news." Kalim walked up to him. "I can't get in contact with the Enlightened, the Grandmaster might have sniffed out our contacts."
"Is it a big issue?"
"Depends how you look at it – they were a pretty good source of information so losing them will be noticeable, but they also didn't know shit about us, not even my name. They won't expose us at least."
"That's good enough for me, we can find new information brokers."
"The problem is that we're quickly running out of our points of contact, first Trent, then cut off from Mountainfall, next the disaster in the Order and now the Sage's Summit. I'm currently left with few people from the Riders, some intern from the Tower and a handful of idiots from smaller settlements."
"And what are you doing to remedy that? We need information if we are to succeed."
