Praetor nodded, giving Mira a faint smile. For a moment he seemed like any other person the smile caught him the right way, he looked less like a shoulder more the twenty year old male he was. Then he turned and walked out the door, to Mira that smile was a close as one could get to a hug from the soldier, he raced off in to the night. Deciding to follow his instincts and retrace his steps he stopped outside Tortuga, this was a bad idea but if anyone had a clue it would be them.

He braced himself and entered, he needed to find a Blackmoore to question or at least someone to ask, they had seen Lucian last, moral objections be damned his friend was in trouble and he would do what he must. He looked around then took a seat in the middle of the place, the Blackmoore's would come to him, they didn't like Kingstons, but they personally really didn't like him. He was the backbone of the family, Mira's personal power house he helped curve the lack members by adding wisdom and strength, he hoped he had enough for tonight.