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You stare at him as he says, "You stand to gain a lot, you know, if you just keep this thing under wraps. I mean…I do have a few more toys that I need to try out, and I'm willing to offer them to you as part of our deal for you to keep this quiet." You narrow your eyes at him, and he says, "Think about it, okay?" You frown some more before asking Edgar whether he's tied to the enemy or not. "I'm a freelancer. My work is all that matters. If someone takes my stuff and uses it for their own ends, it's their own business," he says dismissively.

Wait…Fiends don't use tech, you say, and he shrugs. "In this case, they do. How do you think they blew up Zawame? Using magic bombs?" he asks casually, and you stare at him in wide-eyed shock. He shrugs and says, "Someone came up to me and asked me to build them bombs in exchange for money. I didn't realize that they were using it for that until the news about Zawame came in. I hacked into the investigator's network and got a picture of the bombs that they recovered. Definitely my work." There isn't a trace of remorse or guilt in his voice as he says this.

"Well…" He looks at you, staring hard. "What are you going to do?" You take a deep breath and look at him.