Os

With his trap, Arlon made sure the man lowered his guard.

This was the opportunity he was looking for. Now, he could act like a defeated superior to extract information.

"Can you tell me the name of the leader here?"

The man answered without hesitation. "He's called Os. No one knows what he looks like because he always wears a mask, but he's a Magus."

Arlon listened carefully.

If the three figures from the banquet were indeed the founders of the anti-saviors, then Os, as the head of this branch, was likely one of the most influential members beneath them.

That put him squarely on Arlon's list of suspects.

He had to make sure the anti-saviors weren't working with the Keldars or pursuing an agenda even more dangerous than what they publicly claimed.

"Is he here now?" Arlon asked.

"Yeah. I'll take you to him directly."

The timing couldn't have been better.