Alaric is a mole?

In the middle of the garden, sitting at the table.

A thick, almost suffocating silence filled the space, broken only by the occasional rustle of leaves swaying gently in the wind.

"What do you mean there is no one?" The Master's voice was calm, yet laced with an unmistakable edge of menace, his expression deadpan as if he couldn't believe what he had just heard.

A lean hooded figure, Alaric, and a huge, bulky hooded figure, One, stood before him. The moment they felt the sharp spike of killing intent radiating from the Master, they flinched, their bodies tensing involuntarily as they instinctively took a step back.