"Yes, yes, Young Master. I thought you would be sending word if you needed anything," Mourne said with a smile.
Severin shrugged. "It's better to deal with this face to face."
"Of course, of course." Mourne went around the table and pulled a chair out for him. "You can sit, Young Master. I didn't know you would be bringing guests."
"These are my House members, Julius and Derrick, but you know that already."
Mourne rubbed his hands sheepishly. "Of course. We at the WireRats pride ourselves as a very good information vendor. It wouldn't look good on us if we can't even know what's going on under our nose."
"So you know that the Scar nearly killed me."
Mourne flinched. "The Scar, Young Master... I would suggest you leave them be. They are worse than cockroaches because they know how to hide well and strike from the darkness."
Severin raised his brows. "Just what do you know about them?"
