Archie looked around the city, the signs of war were there of course as he gathered up information, on dead bodies, that he searched though, his hands pressing against the clothes and bags. He left items worth a lot more then the notes of face value. They were not worth going after, other then a few coins that would tell him where they came from, and keep for his own extra needs when he had extra needs to handle. He found a handful of notes of merit, letters between people to tell them where supplies were going, where men were going and where they planned attacks and defenses in the future. These notes were on the fancy dressed members of the dead corps. He put the notes all in an bag as he wondered heading to a room that was empty and seemed unused at least for the moment.<br/><br/>He put his things on one of the tables and reread though the notes, making notes based on them and the information he gathered. He wrote notes on the notes, on the intelligence as well. He figured that he would be able to get that intel to his boss who would then pass it along and he needed it to be formal, and he figured that he could put his intelligence to use for his boss as he saw his mentor. He figured this would help him advance in rank and prestige which would in turn help him as he served the Oak family. He also knew that with this information they could be able change a course of the war, and help bring the war to an end faster, and he would be able to return home or to the estate of the Oak family to serve them directly.