Commander Alberts knew that it would only be a matter of time. The aging man has had years of experience under the steel and never has he seen so much chaos happen in 48 hours. Here he was, with numerous guards acting as pages for him, keeping tabs on the prisoners every move. The dining hall has been converted into an intelligence office, with men looking at maps of Agrar, of Denner, and of neighboring lands, and of course, evidence collected for the Creedy kidnapping. "What is the status on the prisoners?" He asked nearby pages, while he sat next to a wooden table, carved from simple oak and littered with maps and charts of the whole city. "They have just left the possession chamber, sir." "Hmmm.....they move fast for total strangers." replied Alberts. "I must ask sir, but why are you letting them go?" Said one of the pages. Alberts just stared at him sternly, and chuckled to himself for a bit. "Simple, really. If we let them go, they will lead us to Creedy, then we can arrest them all with full evidence." "What about that hunter you sent after them sir?" "Wayland?" The page nodded. Commander Alberts scratched his chin for a minute, before grabbing an empty piece of parchment and an ink quill. He quickly began to scribble something down with great precision, and when finishing his note, he rolled it up and gave it to the curious page. "Take this, and give it to mr. Wayland. He should be on the grounds somewhere, he knows they would try to escape." "And what if I don't get to him in time, sir?" Commander Alberts just grinned slightly before getting up from his seat, and began ushering the page out the door of the dining hall. I suggest you hurry now, so you do."