“Tal Sorico” held against the light was a square shape card printed with a picture and basic information about the mole man in front of him. He had spent a better part of the day dragging the gedric all the way to this hotel. It wasn't easy getting him here, and he had to spend all his cash renting this room for the night. Now Ulrich would have to use his own money for snacks.
He could sell his organs maybe…
…nah, that usually got the attention of the guards.
Grumbling to himself, Ulrich flipped Tal over and stuffed his wallet back into his pocket.