As they ran out of course they naturally got stares from the people at the scene wondering why these two came out stark naked almost with weapons drawn. Someone was on the ground, stabbed though he's still alive of course. He had short red hair looked like a plump merchant or comfortable fellow and groaned softly.<strong>"My wife was kidnapped! Two men came at me from the side, stabbed me and dragged her off into the alleyways!"</strong><br/><br/>One of the bystanders would speak up.<strong>"Hold up you are the man named Juster Dainsworth and your Wife, Allison is the silk merchant on Import Street!"</strong>Another bystander would call out<strong>"Someone get the guards! There's been another kidnapping!"</strong>Several bystanders ran off but the poor man whimpered on the ground and asked anyone shaking his head slowly.<br/><br/><strong>"They'll naught get there in time though! I beg any of you! Someone please go and rescue my wife!"</strong>He shivered in pain. And the alleyway he pointed to was to the east of the bathhouse no less then fifteen feet or so away.