A Man Like None Other

Accompanied by Moses, Jared and his companions made their way to a place in Pathfinder Sect known for selling valuable intelligence.

The area was bustling with activity, with numerous individuals queued up for information. While Jared’s group had an appointment scheduled for later in the afternoon, Moses’s influence allowed them to gain swift access.

“Mr. Sutton, what brings you here?” a Pathfinder Sect member inquired, surprised by Moses’ unexpected appearance.

“I’ve come with some friends to inquire about something. Is Mr. Sawyer available?” Moses responded calmly.

“He’s in the room at the back,” the sect member confirmed with a nod.

Acknowledging the information with a slight nod, Moses gestured for Jared and the others to follow him as they proceeded toward the rear of the establishment.

remained unimpeded, with no

but marvel at the ease with which they navigated through the sect’s premises, recognizing the significant advantage of

at the back of the establishment. Inside, they found a middle-aged man with a slight frame, dressed in

the middle-aged man looked up, his expression one of surprise. “Moses, what brings you here? Please, take a seat,” he greeted warmly, rising from

We’re in need

Pathfinder Sect. It was known that elders of the sect enjoyed considerable wealth and prestige, yet Dillon’s appearance

and the others,

about anything. While I may not know everything about

Pathfinder Sect. He’s an invaluable resource for any

acknowledgment before turning his attention to Dillon. “Mr. Sawyer, I’m

is said to have a history spanning thousands