It was as Ferid said: having it made would be quite a costly endeavor. And it also required a high status. Skillful chasers’ time was valuable. If so much of it was to be occupied by one job, they would have to refuse job requests from their other high profile clients. Adding to that the fact that no person of high station among those Crowley knew would lower themselves to visiting this slightly dirty workshop located so far away from the town in person led him to the conclusion that…
“There was someone in the town who acted as the client’s proxy, managing the order,” Crowley said, and Ferid nodded, grinning broadly.
“And?” he prompted.
“And you were able to get your hands on the client list in the town.”
“Yup.”
“You’ve already contacted that proxy person and learned the name of the client who placed the order for this nee–”
Grinning Ferid didn’t let him finish. “Nald Vine, a noble.”
Damn, this guy really did know the name of the killer then.
Ferid went on, “And you know that name.”
Yes, Crowley did know it. The second son of the noted Vine noble family and one of high ranking Templar Knights. Him and Crowley participated in the Crusade together. They fought on different battlefields, but Nald Vine also made it home alive.