Not too far up the path, near a well-known tavern, the young guard straightened his back and marched through the door.  The music stopped as he entered and all eyes watched him nervously clear his throat and speak.  "I'm-,"  His shaky voice cracked and the tavern patrons laughed uproariously.  He cleared his throat and tried again, a rich tenor coming out this time.  "I'm looking for anyone with information on the whereabouts of the criminal known as Diamond.  She was seen entering this bar last night and she hasn't been seen leaving.  If one of you is hiding her I'll-"<br/><br/>"You'll what?"  A bald man spoke up from the corner of the tavern.<br/><br/>"I'll.. I'll arrest  you."  Was the guard's reply.<br/><br/>"Arrest me?  But if you do that, you'll have to arrest all of us.  And there's only one of you.  But I gotta whole tavern on my side."  The man in the corner grinned wickedly.<br/><br/>The guard gulped.  This wasn't how he had envisioned this turning out.  Then again, nothing he ever did came out right.  He heard the scuffing of chairs and realized that the patrons were getting up.  All of them.  Flustered and knowing he couldn't handle that many enemies at once, he ran back out of the bar and down the street, chased only by more uproarious laughter.<br/><br/>He had only gone a block or two when he spotted Mathais atop a guard-horse.  Breathless and panting, he approached and buckled at the waist, his hands coming to rest on his knees.  "Tavern... threats.... chased me..... just asking questions.... I didn't mean to offend!"  He was one of the newest recruits, a young man by the name of Wilhelm Bolden.