"It's in the Crimson Valley! Three hundred kilometers southwest of here! The main compound is built into the mountain itself, disguised as a merchant caravan waystation! The entrance is behind the third warehouse on the eastern side! There are approximately two hundred operatives stationed there at any given time, with another fifty support personnel! The Pavilion Master is usually in residence, along with three Vice-Masters and the Council of Elders!"
The words tumbled out of him so fast they almost ran together, each sentence delivered with increasing desperation as if he feared Liam might lose patience and stop him mid-explanation.
The bald assassin's head snapped toward his younger companion, his eyes wide with fury and disbelief. His mouth opened, ready to shout curses at the traitor, to condemn him for his weakness, to—
