As Mark and Elena ran towards the tower, already visible over the roofs ahead of them, a few other guards crossed their road, all headed in the same direction and all as rushed as they were. The soldier that ran with the apprentice failed to notice how short of breath she was, focusing entirely on the tower that loomed in front of them, and the roads and alleys they passed.<br/><br/>"Mark." the soldier returned, and then after a second or two, he added "Tanning". While normally he'd appreciate a good looking young woman to strike a conversation with him, this wasn't the most appropriate situation. Drackson sent him on a mission, so that's what the young soldier's focus was on. Silently, Mark continued to run towards the tower, and as they turned the last corner, they saw Drackson waiting in front of the building, sword and shield in hand. The captain looked quite worried, but his face cleared up when he saw the couple closing in.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>"Changing your mind would mean I'd have to drag you over there, miss!" the soldier returned at her comments, not at all amused by them. "I have my orders, so let's keep it the easy way, shall we?" The man was in his forties, his head bald on the top, but still patches of white hair on either side and the back of his head. He'd served the military for years in many different ways, and while escorting people that looked down on him was part of the job, it didn't mean he'd have to be happy about it.<br/><br/>John wrapped his gauntlet fingers around her hand, holding her in tight grip, just in case she was getting funny ideas at a later time. While he tried not to hurt her too much, that came secondary to prevent her from escaping his grip. "Let's move!" the man urged her, as he stepped through a puddle of water, pulling his hood to cover his head against the ongoing rain. "We've wasted enough time already. I have no idea what Nazhun wants you for, but if we are sent to retrieve you in the middle of the night, it must be important."<br/><br/>As the duo moved their way over the rainy streets of Lakeshire, they saw a small group of guards discussing something on the crossing ahead of them. Two of them were pointing towards a nearby alley, and one of the guards took point, sword and shield in hand, followed by another guard, carrying a sword and an oil lamp in his free hand.<br/><br/>[Erin Perception 5+2=7: She can't really overhear what the men are saying, but she does pick up "dead people" once or twice.]