The Breton crossed his arms, still eyeing Sabine suspiciously. "He's not from here. He's a foreigner, an Imperial. I think Colovian. Never saw him myself, thank Talos, but there shouldn't be many people like that around. I don't know his name. He apparently liked to call himself 'Viper'. An appropriate moniker, I'd say. The people who told those faithful souls said he was just a businessman, and he'd honor his agreement if he was paid, but he's certainly a snake."

The pace of Sabine's questioning had caused the Breton to tense up further, but he had not yet decided to give up answering. "There's probably some way to arrange a meeting with him, but I don't know it. I think Hjorvand just waited around in the brothel for him to show up. Took him three days to actually contact him. The owners of that pit don't appreciate people loitering around their business without buying their skooma or hiring their women. He was a righteous enough man not to give into that filth, so he had to keep leaving. If you are honest about wanting to kill this man, do this whole city a favor and burn that place to the ground while you're at it."