There was a nod from the elf quietly at the time, while Lissu moved ready to follow after Marric, but got paused by the elf putting a hand on her shoulder. Looking back confused, the elf gestured at the book the halfling woman had come with originally, seeming to start talking about that.<br/><br/>Meanwhile, Marric's steps brought him before the guard barracks and the jail soon enough. The captain of the guard was present, but bandaged and leaning to a wall. Next to her a female sergeant was shouting orders, dressed in a chainmail and holding a large polearm, a glaive, at ready.<br/><br/>"Hmm? Ahh, another adventurer? Listen..." The woman started but the captain of the guard cleared his throat. "What can we do for you?" The captain's voice was strong but strained. Worn, bloodied. There were several other officers nearby, covered by a white cloth but the bloody stains began to show. "I'm sorry, if you are looking for the old captain, you are out of luck. Dead during the assault. Defending the wall right as the magical blast came, there was hardly enough to even bury." The man's expression was pained, the rank's markings on him fresh and new.