The location that Emlyn had chosen was remote. The car had to be sent through a leyline port to even get to it from where Clara was originally being held. Emlyn had chosen it because he owned the property for miles, and the way that security functioned occasionally made it a headache for even Emlyn to accept or send calls or messages. And with the proper magic and technology, it was a destination that was certainly hard to pinpoint. The perfect location for an extended holding of a hostage. It had come up in the past, which was partially why Emlyn had this place built. The location itself was largely rolling plains and rocky hills. One could not be certain if they were in a portion of the coastal north, or tucked away on some half known island far out at sea. But for Emlyn, it reminded him of home.<br/><br/>Upon arriving at a rather modern building, Emlyn exited the car. The guards here were different. A much more permanent addition compared to the men who had been handling Clara. Though they were relaxed and on patrol, it was obvious to tell that spellcasters and gun-toting soldiers were properly rationed out in their posts. Their relaxed posture would tell even Clara that either they did not take this job seriously or that they were experienced enough to allow themselves to operate like this. A few moments after Emlyn had exited his vehicle, the van that Clara was thrown into slowed to a stop behind his own. Emlyn himself moved to the van, circling around to the back. He did not throw open the doors and instead allowed light to enter at an appropriate rate for anyone who had been left in the darkness of the back.<br/><br/>But was surprised Emlyn was the building bruise on her face. A scowl immediately formed on his normally stoic features. He had ensured that it was made clear that she would not be marked in such a visible manner when he went through those he had available for the task of guarding her. He offered a hand to Clara, and, once she took it, Emlyn unlocked her cuffs, this time removing them from her completely. But no sooner than when she stepped out of the back did Emlyn allow for her to continue. His hand moved up and grabbed her chin, however this time it was gently, moving her face to the side so he could get a better look at her growing bruise. With the extent of the post violence noted, Emlyn raised his voice, calling out to the men guarding this new building. "Someone fetch Alistar for me," Emlyn said loudly, before lowering his voice to speak to Clara. "You shall point out the one who left that bruise, and I will allow you more modesty during your stay."