The man nods. "Follow me," he says, and leads Gordak to the West, saying nothing until they had come to another part of the slums. "This man, the kidnapper, is a coward. His brother is an innkeeper of some ill repute, but they have not much to do with one another. He lives on the edge of the slums, having used some of his small inheritance to buy the illusion of respectability. I do not know if he is home. He has friends enough that were any of the Blighted, or their allies in the city to attempt a rescue or more, it would be very difficult for them. In this way, you who seek only to profit from us are a blessing from God." He does not speak another word.
	Before long, he points out, among the long shadows of the low sun, a courtyard on the other side of the road from the shadowed alley in which they stood. "His apartment is on the upper floor of the house to the left. The occupants around him are no doubt in league with his corruption, and may not leave as he certainly will. What is your plan, if I may ask?"