C144 Digging

Brentin's hands were wrenched behind his back by Alison, eliciting a chorus of screams from him.

"Talk! Who sent you? Are you plotting to assassinate my young master?!" Alison demanded, her voice icy.

Her suspicion was not unfounded. Assassins often staged minor incidents to divert attention before striking their true target.

And Brentin's behavior fit the pattern perfectly