Anse was shaken to the core, his temples throbbing.
He took a deep breath, calming his restless emotions, and pressed on, "What was that warlock called?"
"I don't know. I'm just an outer member. Mentor was in a hurry. I heard quite a few Nobles and major factions are in contact with him, and the potions are very scarce..."
"Where does your mentor live? Who are the other cult members? Do you know their whereabouts?"
"Mentor lives on a ship, at some place called Fish Intestine Dock. I don't know the other members. This is my first time attending a gathering like this..."
"..."
Anse asked a few more questions. Once he was certain nothing had been left out, he gently drew the short blade from Finn's waist.
After a brief Draconic incantation, a layer of platinum radiance coated the blade, strikingly conspicuous.
"A Paladin!" Gais cried out, his face full of disbelief.
Finn clamped a hand over his mouth and nose, driving his knee into his chest to keep him from struggling.
Anse took the opportunity to step forward and stab into the back of his head from the side.
Gais twitched a few times before falling still, a trace of relief in his vacant eyes.
[Target killed. Gained 50 Combat Experience. Level increased.]
With a sigh, Anse left the room and beckoned to Brat.
"Clean this up. Bury the body where it is."
Using magic to destroy the evidence would make too much of a commotion. Burying it was simpler.
As he watched the bright crescent moon in the night sky, thoughts churned chaotically through his mind.
During the Magic Plague, the essence of "Blue Flame" had been uncontrolled raw magic, while the core of a true Wildfire Warlock was "the potential of irradiated primal magic."