"Mm, fair point," Hazel said with a smile. "You and I are similar there, then! I think that's the only way to live, don't you? Otherwise we'd never get anything done."
They were nearing the inn now, and Hazel cut a look at Haven, as though considering something. The man was proving rather more dangerous than he'd assumed. True, in a place like Zantaric, a little something like the murder of a random woman was no big deal, and there were known criminals, murderers, and mercenaries a-plenty here, but that was not the point. Hazel had not built up this identity just to have it all blown away by some blind mage.
"This magic of yours, this...reading of energies," he began, "Can you trace it to people or things? If there's been foul play, I'd very much like to know who--or what--the culprit is."