Kael led Fenrir through the crumbling back alleys of the city's underground district, where rusted signs hung over shuttered shops and the only light came from the occasional flickering street lamp.
As they moved deeper into the maze of tunnels and alleyways, Kael spoke quickly.
"If you help the resistance, we'll give you what you want. Resources. Information. Safe passage to the upper floors. Whatever it is you're looking for, we can help."
He said, glancing over his shoulder at Fenrir with an eager expression.
Fenrir didn't answer immediately. He stared straight ahead, the thoughts clicking in his mind like cogs in a machine.
The resistance was clearly desperate.
Their 'base' was hidden away, their members were young and untrained, and they were willing to take in a stranger with no background just because he had power.
That kind of desperation could be dangerous—or useful.
Fenrir finally smirked.
