He took a left at the next intersection, only to come upon a large wall of debris. Cluttering and blocking the way he wanted to go.
Laying his sight upon the rubble in front of him, Frederick couldn't help but wonder, if this pile of small destruction might have been his doing, or maybe an other villain who once laid waste to this town. He then quickly shook his head a bit, remembering the fact that he never assaulted Crocus. Confused as he was, Frederick turned around, and took the path that lead to the right, which luckily for him was still free of any obstacles.
'I have to stay focussed..' Frederick said to himself, with a sense of melancholy in his voice.
Frederick pressed onwards, slowly and staggering. Trying to keep his mind on the sole reason he was here. To find something, a clue at least. As to where he could find a certain item, that maybe could save him from his own fate. A fate that according to some was exactly the thing he deserved. In fact, even Frederick was sure that this was his penance. Even though he was saved, from the evil that has kept him in his grasp for so long. The node that was the darkness itself still resided in him, be that his own or that from the Lichborne. It didn't matter, but one thing was sure, the darkness had finally met up with him. And started to take it's toll. Slowly eroding the man's body and mind.
How he knew this was simple, the sickness, as how Frederick would call it. Had the striking resemblance to his own magic. Which was Dark Magic, which sometimes portrayed itself as a black goo. The same goo, that Frederick now seemed to vomit, and cough up. And to make matters worse, he had black spots all over his body, some that seemed to spring roots, or so it looked like to him at least. Those spots were sore, and just pressing against them would send a cringe of pain through him.
Some time passes, how much Frederick didn't know. Could have been an hour, or maybe even a day. But that didn't really mattered, as Frederick was sure he had come upon the place he wanted to find down here. It appeared to him as a single door in the underground. Which was a rare sight to say the least. Especially if you could consider the door was gorgeous. Well crafted, with beautiful carved decorations in old Victorian style on it.
Was that it, the enigma what was known as the information broker. A vague shadowy concept, that should have the most active knowledge in Fiore?
Frederick pulled his cowl further over his head, covering his face in an even deeper impenetrable shadow. And slowly laid down his hand on the cold metallic door knob.
Would it open? Was what surged through Frederick's mind. Would it go as he wanted it?
Surprisingly enough it did, as he tilted his hand to the right. Pulling along with the knob itself, Frederick could here the clicking sound of a door that unlocked itself.
He went on, pushed the door open just slightly. Having a light escaping to the just created split. It cleaved through the darkness as butchers knife.
Then he pushed the door fully open, and was met with was presumably the liar of the Broker itself.