"Are you a member of the Society?"
At those words, Lorne's expression tightened slightly, but quickly relaxed again.
"What makes you think that?"
"You didn't deny it, did you?" Mill Walton adjusted the Monocle, a smile curling at the corners of his mouth.
Amon had so many avatars that losing another probably wouldn't matter. Besides, there was something wrong with this stretch of sea to begin with. A few avatars dying here would be perfectly normal and might not immediately draw the original's attention.
Bad Luck, Mental Storm, then the glove to suppress his level. To be safe, he should use Mercury Body as well... In just a second or two, Lorne had already worked out how to kill him.
But before making his move, he reined in his impatience and asked curiously,
"How do you know I'm from the Society? We've only just met, haven't we?"
"There's a familiar aura about you. It should be equipment supplied exclusively within the Society..." Mill Walton sounded certain.
An ability of the Marauder? Lorne frowned slightly.
He knew Marauders could easily determine the value and location of nearby valuables, but could they distinguish their types and origins so clearly too?
Hazel didn't seem to have displayed that ability. No, Hazel was only a Sequence 8 Swindler at present. Perhaps the later Sequences enhanced this ability...
"That doesn't prove anything." Lorne shook his head slightly. "The Society sells plenty of equipment to outsiders. There's no shortage of its items circulating on the black market."
Back in Bayam, he had bought quite a few good things from Four of Spades.
"Those aren't ordinary items sold to outsiders. Besides..." Mill Walton narrowed his eyes, his gaze fixed firmly on Lorne's face. "You know about Amon."
"Don't get worked up. I'm not what you think I