Remington stared at the little girl as she was yelling down to Elric. [i]Damn it! He's doing such a good job at keeping him hostage, that'll it'll reveal something's amiss![/i] He thought to himself. Remington knew he'd have to come up with something to explain Elric's lack of response. But as the Empire would know, that old Remington was so smart and so slick, that he could easily think up a lie and he thought it up quick.

Remington smiled at Anya, "Oh I'm no stranger, not a stranger at all. I am a friend of Elric's you see. He is such a nice man, and when I saw his place was a mess I had to stop by to give him a visit. But, alas." He paused for a moment, trying to produce a few fake tears, which for an agent stationed in covert operations, was fairly easy for him to do. He spoke up with his voice trembling, "He seemed rather ill, must have happened from last night. So he asked me, his dear friend to check out his study to make sure a few things were alright." He dabbed the tears around his eyes with his right hand as he glanced back at Anya, all the while his pupils darting like a hawk at Elric's desk.
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Ah the Astronomer's Guild, it was a magnificent building, which was rather unique in comparison to other buildings around town. First off, it had a few spiraling-esque towers, made of stone. which all had a large opening, inside it's peaked oak wooded roofs, where bronzed telescopes pierced and gazed into the heavens. And, if you were looking down back at them, or rather if you were inside the courtyard, you would notice that it took up the majority of the space, not the actual building itself. Again the way it was designed provided a lovely image into the night sky. 

As Trafalgar was heading towards the Astronomer's Guild he would feel a bump by a Half-Orc, as several papers flew from the man's right hand, and scattered all across the ground. The Half-orc gritted his fangs as he began grumbling, "Oh no, no, no, my research documents!" He quickly bent down, as he began collecting the papers that fell, as one of them began blowing away in the breeze past Trafalgar. "Apologizes." The Half-Orc stated to Trafalgar, as he finished collecting the papers, and counting them. His face turned into a grimace as he realized, he was missing a paper. His sausage-like fingers flipped through the pages to do a second check, to see that, oh dear, he did in fact miss a single paper.