Azel sighed as he sat down in a room that was barred from the outside.
The walls were plain and gray and the only bit of sunlight was slipping through a small grated window.
Erblim was still perched comfortably on his shoulder, occasionally flapping his wings when the smell of food drifted toward him.
In front of Azel was a neatly arranged dish… roasted meat, yam slices, and a bit of fruit, far better than what he'd expected from a military detention room.
Sitting opposite him was the Mage Captain, Trisha. She had loosened her robe slightly and was studying the folded map that lay across the table between them.
"So," she said, adjusting her glasses. "They were working on a drug… to make people addicted?"
"Yes." Azel nodded slowly. "Although I don't know the exact process behind its creation, it's clear that they were distributing it strategically. I think the debts people owed to the gangs were from buying the drug on credit."
