Unfortunately, there isn't much information to be had from the people than he already had gleaned; most of the disappearances occurred in houses on the outskirts of the community, there was no sign of struggle, and the houses had been looted of valuables. No one has seen anything, or knew of anything in the area that might do this. The mayor frowns, but fully admits that it could be anything; they haven't had trouble with attack on their city for years, so this has come as quite a surprise.<br/><br/>Investigating the houses turns up a lack of any identifying marks or such, but the air is thick with an unusual smell, sweet, almost to the point of being sickening, though if he asks about it, no one who has seen the houses will have smelled it, although the sphinxes can identify it, as a lingering scent of magic, likely a heavy dose of something added to the air. A sleeping or poison gas, if they had to guess.