~ZEPHYR~
"This investigation is pathetic," Wahya complained as I finished dealing with another rogue. I nodded in agreement; I had yet to achieve my aim.
"Utterly futile," I cursed under my breath, rubbing my hands together. The rogue's blood I had interrogated still clung stubbornly to my skin. I briskly wiped it away with the towel hanging inside the dungeon, courtesy of Silver. Another investigation concluded, yet again yielding nothing. When Tristan had delivered the rogue, I'd harbored a flicker of hope that this time would be different, that I'd finally uncover the information I sought. But like all the others before him, he proved fruitless, and I had squandered my time on him.
He didn't possess the information I sought, leaving me feeling like I'd wasted my time and resources on
