"Captain, we've looked into everything!"
In an unremarkable room somewhere in Molten Scale Town.
Terry William sat on a sofa against the wall, wearing only a thin shirt.
The finely crafted, regulation heavy armor personally bestowed upon him by Duke Molton had been slightly modified for this mission to conceal its family markings. It now stood neatly arranged on the rack before him for maintenance.
Meanwhile, a knight whose clothing had also been chosen as a disguise was reporting to him.
"According to our informant at the casino, after Rotten Toe met with Lawson that day, he brought three bodies back from the alley.
"They've all been chopped into mincemeat and fed to the dogs."
At the time, the urgency of the situation had driven Terry William to lead his men out of the tavern after Lawson's group.
But as their targets took increasingly secluded streets, the number of passersby had dwindled.
Concerned that they might be exposed, he had stopped having so many men follow together.
In the end, all they had seen was Lawson and the others entering a narrow, dark alley.
Truthfully, Terry William was not particularly concerned about his identity being exposed.
As long as he could confirm that Lawson knew no more than he did about the Molton Family's secret heirloom, he would have had no qualms about simply arresting him.
His present caution stemmed solely from the fear that Lawson might lash out in desperation and cause unnecessary damage to the treasure.
"Have you identified those three bodies?"
He spoke evenly, focused on maintaining the armor in his hands.
"Two were ordinary people who frequented the casino. The other was a gnome dressed as an adventurer."
"A gnome?"
Terry William's hands abruptly stilled as he fell into thought.
Thanks to the duke's sources, he