She pressed her lips together tightly. It was like being between a rock and a hard place. Karen felt like she should tell him where the Blacksmith was, even if he wasn’t threatening to kill her, just because the man was a disgusting representative of their race, but she knew there would be consequences.

Karen sighed. “Fine. Fine, I’ll tell you. I’ve never been there, but I hear he takes a lot of his prey back to a converted warehouse in the meat packing district. I don’t know where he lives. That’s the best I can give you, but… But I can help.” She sniffled, sounding dangerously close to that overemotional point when tears came. “You might need someone on the inside.”