They regrouped at the warehouse sooner than Avis would have liked. She ducked inside to catch the tail end of Magnus's sentence. "Sorry I'm late," she said. "Didn't find anything." She brushed brown hair out of her eyes and frowned at the hostage. Her tailing Anora, of course, had led to absolutely nothing. She was still suspicious, but with nothing to go on, she couldn't exactly go about whipping out accusations yet. As she looked around, she noticed someone's absence. "Where's that skinny Alftar kid?" She asked. "In trouble somewhere? Maybe I should go looking for him." He had seemed awfully... Ineffectual. The idea of him getting murdered in some back alley was unpleasantly realistic. She sat down on a dusty crate. It creaked underneath her.<br/><br/>The door abruptly smashed open and Bellant strode in, an alarmingly large burlap sack slung over his shoulders. He held the string that tied it in between his teeth. Larteis scrambled after him and pushed the door shut. "Ah, sorry for taking so long," he said anxiously. "We caught someone..." He paused at the sight off the hostage. "But, it seems you already have that handled." Bellant dumped the sack on the ground and rolled his eyes.<br/><br/>Avis blinked. "Wait. You actually caught someone?"<br/><br/>"It was sort of an accident," Larteis admitted. The burlap sack wriggled on the floor.<br/><br/>"Well," Avis said, trying not to be furious that he had caught someone while she hadn't. "That's good, I guess." She suddenly remembered the book Magnus had recovered, and trying to feel a little less like a failure, jumped off the crate and pulled her sword from her scabbard. "But we should probably focus on this," she said brightly. Sliding her blade under the leather strip, she sliced it in one deft stroke. The book fell open in Magnus' hands.