Master Aerion turned his head and said, "I've seen the man and woman you're talking about."
Timothy Sutton, who was in the middle of eating a bun, froze. A hint of joy appeared in his eyes.
"You've seen them? Where?"
"The woman, is she about this tall and wearing a pink tracksuit?"
Master Aerion gestured with his hand. Timothy Sutton's eyes lit up so much that he put down his bun. "That's her! Old man, where did you see her?"
Master Aerion stroked the beard on his chin, an inscrutable look on his face. He asked in return, "Why are you looking for her?"
The joy on Timothy Sutton's face faded slightly. Seeing this, one of his underlings slammed his hand on the table and shot up, acting tough. "Cut the fucking crap! Our boss is asking you a question!"
But Master Aerion, holding a bowl of wontons, said calmly, "She's just a young girl. If something were to happen to her with all you men looking for her, I'd be to blame."
