Sabine was still looking a bit guilty. She regained her confidence gradually as she spoke. "Yes, he has a...small Talos symbol." She held her hands up apart a far enough distance to demonstrate the size of the shrine. "It was the sword with the curved shape in the middle, driven into a base. I recognised it. He put it in a locked metal box." She also added, "He also has a mate."

"Good work," Fendros said. "That confirms that we have a contact. Now we can plan around how to approach him."

"We are not going back there, are we?" Sabine asked.

"Not necessarily. Breaking in is just one option. A risky one at that." Fendros ran his fingers down his short beard again. "Although, I am not sure if any approaches are not going to be risky. Confronting them directly in their shop doesn't guarantee that we will be alone; they will not want it out that they have Talos paraphernalia. Really, the hard part is getting them to trust us. They would have no reason to trust us just because we are hunting their hunters, let alone the fact that we are...turned." The code word they had been using for lycans came out in spite of the near-empty streets at this time of night. "Does anyone have any ideas on how to gain their trust? How to approach them?"