[h2]Nouvelle, Lugere --- Millicent Cheviot[/h2]
[h3]~8:30 AM[/h3]

Milly had hardly touched her portion of the breakfast feast that sat before her. She was to busy focused on what her father had just told her to do. "You want them jailed for something they can't control? Why? That isn't fair to them and you know it!" Milly said with the last bit sounding convincingly as if she had just been offended. Milly's father, Maurice, a balding of a man with a plump belly, rose his hand in defense as if Milly was going to lash out and attack him. "I'm not making the call, Millicent!" He paused and threw back the rest of his wine, causing Milly to roll her eyes. "You know I'm fair to all and that's a rare thing in this age, but we can't just do whatever we want! We have to obey the King, even if we may disagree!" He leaned back in his chair after his brief lecture and rubbed his goatee as if contemplating his words. "You know how forgiving King Garroth has been when other lords would have our heads for simply hosting audiences from Ayero." Maurice added in a hushed whisper as if they were being spied on. "What we do now will be reported to those in Maccus and if it is not to standards. We can't half-ass this so even though it may sound excessive, we have to do it." He finally finished and leaned back stroking his chin again, waiting for his daughter's response.

Milly glanced down at her father and then over to Mel who was politely eating across the table from Milly. She had been quietly eating and minding her own business but Milly knew she was listening and already knew her opinion without even asking. Thankfully they were the only three present for breakfast at the moment, otherwise this conversation wouldn't be happening. "So who was he?" Milly asked quietly, which made Maurice lean forward in his chair and tilt his head as if he hadn't heard her. "Who was the traitor?" She said again only louder and bring her attention back to her father. 

Maurice cocked one eyebrow if he had wondering that himself but he picked up the parchment on the table and scanned it quickly, just to be sure he had read it right. "Tyris Varrot." He said plainly, like the name meant nothing to him. Milly chortled and stuck her hand out for the letter. Maurice passed it to her and she quickly read it.

[quote]Lord Maurice Cheviot of Nouvelle,

[indent]As of the day of the new moon (One week ago) came to pass, a traitor to my rightful claim to my empire had come to light. Tyris Varrot was discovered to be a Morph and introduced as one of the Lotus Triumvirate by his son, Emile Varrot. Emile has been name acting lord of Runswick Keep and Trevenant's Hollow and all other Varrot claims. Effective immediately. Tyris is in my custody and is being interrogated for information on the Lotus Triumvirate. Until such time that the Lotus Triumvirate is no longer a concern and I deem so, you and all holdings must interrogate and imprison ALL Morphs. Any Morph under suspicion of being connected to the Lotus Triumvirate is to be executed immediately. 

Failure to uphold my command is treason and will not be taken lightly.

Signed and Authorized,
[indent][i]King Garroth of Maccus, Imperator Aeternus Eternus[/i][/indent]
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Milly tossed the paper onto her table, visibly upset. Maurice rose from his perch and took a step towards his daughter but she shot an arm up to halt him. "Fine." Was the only word that came from her mouth as she got to her feet started heading out the door. Mel was quick to follow with a bit of a spring in her step. They were going to lead this Morph hunt at the bequest of Maurice Cheviot, lord of Nouvelle and a complete coward for many reasons.

[h3]11:00 AM[/h3]

Nouvelle's city guard, most of them at least, was mobilized and joining them was several cohorts of levies and volunteers. Milly and Mel paced through their ranks as if inspecting them, but Milly was lost in thought and Mel was probably just showing off. Milly reached the front of the cohorts and eyed them all. They were armed well and each cohort had several hounds of various breeds to sniff out the Morphs. Most were non-threating like lillipup and its evolutions but at the head of each cohort were two special Houndooms, bred for pursuing, hunting, and killing game but they also had the ability to smell out Morphs. 

Joining Milly at the front of the cohorts was her own guard and a few other officials for the city and thankfully one of those was Nouvelle's Pokemon Trainer, Ursa. She was a grizzled old veteran and Milly's role model. "Your father is only trying to give you experience. I wouldn't get so worked up about it." Ursa said in calmly, her voice rough and unfeminine as you'd expect. "He's a coward for making me do his dirty work." Milly spat as she rose her hand to call the men to attention. "You all have your assignments! Go and do it!" Milly called out and the men and women obeyed immediately. 

It would take only a few minutes for the armed bands to vanish from sight. Almost all the Morphs in this city were out in the circus camps and each cohort was assigned to one camp. Milly and her guard would assist and oversee the operation. "Well we aren't getting any younger, we should make way for Emboare's camp." Ursa suggested as she stretched her old bones. Milly didn't respond but she did start heading that way. 

Emboare's camp was one of the larger ones so it was probably best to start there. So far the camp and the surrounding area had been undisturbed as the cohort assigned to it circled around to force anyone trying to escape back into the city to hopefully be caught by the guards around the perimeter of the actual city. 

Milly and her group had gathered and waited a moment, listening for the signal. For awhile only the sounds of music could be heard as most people tended to avoid milling around a large group of armed figures. Finally after another few minutes, some cries, screams and vicious sounding barks were heard from the far side of the camp. The hunt for Morphs had began.