First Human Summon, George the thief

George's blank eyes flickered slightly. "The bartender of Old Caldera Inn. He gave me info that someone was looking to buy land, fresh in the city, and—easy prey. So I followed you, to see if you really had the coin. And... well, you know the rest, Master."

Arthur's brow arched.

'The bartender.'

His mind replayed the interaction—how casual the man had been, rubbing his fingers together for a tip right before selling him out.

Arthur's expression darkened, eyes growing cold.

"Despicable."

He despised that type of person—someone who smiled at you while stabbing you in the back. Worse than a mortal enemy.

Arthur stepped closer to George's, katana resting lightly against his side. "Does anyone else know? Other than you and the bartender?"

George hesitated for a moment before nodding. "Not sure, but... probably, yes. People like him? They don't just sell once."