Drackson let out a sigh, as he heard Alice's reply. The homeless kid earned enough money as an apprentice to rent one of the cheaper rooms at the Rain's Shelter, and keep some spare. Then why wasn't she here in her off times, located at a proper place, instead of working at that sleezehole. Drackson very well knew what other place Alice meant.<br/><br/>He recalled the events almost two years ago. Poor kid's parents lost their farm to raging barbarians, and apparently, they had some fun with the kid as well when they ran into her. Must've fucked her up mentally, as they found her at the Bleeding Merry, a facade for an inn that disguised the fact it was actually a whorehouse. She should've been in luck with her newfound job, but no. His men reported more sightings of her returning to that brothel after spending her day studying at the tower.<br/><br/>Kagal, who ran the Bleeding Merry, was probably the person least regretted to have been struck by the plague and passing away. With the leader gone, the political structure behind the Bleeding Merry slowly collapsed, and eventually the guards decided it was enough and ran the place down. Most of the girls found were returned to their proper homes or at least relatives that could take care of them. Valeria had no such relatives in town, but she made enough money as an apprentice, so they sent her to the Rain's Shelter.<br/><br/>"What happened?" Drackson asked the 'keep's daughter. "I told her to stay here, didn't I?"<br/><br/>"Yes, you did." Alice returned, taking a step back, away from the soldier's aura of anger. "And she rented a room for the night, but when she went out for the afternoon, she never returned. If it wasn't for one of our costumers reporting where she was, I wouldn't even know."<br/><br/>Drackson cursed as he walked out, marching back into the rainy streets, headed for the poorer districts of town. "Bradic!" he yelled a few minutes later, smacking his ironclad fist on the brothel's front door. "In the name of the city, open up!"