[ The wine is sweet on the tongue, and exceptionally rich, richer than anything most residents possessed and likely costing a fortune as such. But there are no foul elements to be found, simply alcohol, pure and intoxicating all on its own. It would seem someone had a taste for the finer things in life.

Prestor watches the inhuman fingers work, listens to the straightforwardness of his speech, and has to smirk at the bluntness of his question. ]

Such a forward man. [ Drawled with a dramatic sigh as he leans back, idly toying with a ring. ] I want what everyone wants, of course. Information.

[ Prestor stares in its onyx surface, at his own face reflected within it. ]

Information is the most valuable commodity of all. And as a newly minted member of the Initiative's team of merry musketeers, I believe you can provide that for me.

The price I would offer to pay in return is substantial, naturally.