Milo looked up, his sharp eyes narrowing slightly at the sight of Jude. Then, a slow smirk tugged at his lips. "Well, well. Look what the streets dragged in."
Jude moved forward, lowering himself onto a worn stool. "I need information."
Milo leaned back, studying him. "You always do. But something tells me this time's different." His gaze flickered to the entity. "And I think I know why."
Jude remained silent. Milo had always been good at putting things together quickly.
The older man exhaled. "You picked up something you weren't supposed to, didn't you?"
Jude didn't answer.
Milo chuckled. "You know, there are people who spend their whole lives looking for things like that. And they don't take kindly to someone stumbling upon it by accident." He poured himself a drink, swirling the liquid absently. "Who came after you?"
Jude hesitated before answering. "Someone who knew about it."
