Zaegar stirred himself from his stupor when he heard the unmistakeable sound of many many marching boots. He turned and quickly moved through the winding streets curious to see what was going on. Unsurprisingly he saw a large amount of assembled men gathered together, but what was surprising what, from what little he heard, was that a Morph hunt was going. This had never happened before, sure they were frowned upon and mistreated sometimes but it had never been taken to this scale before. Zaegar cursed and retreated to the rooftops, he would find who was responsible for this and take care of them, no doubt it wouldn't stop the hunt but perhaps at the very least he could delay it. He briefly considered going outside the city and warning the morph camps but as he looked the soilders ran by charging for the camps, there was no way he would make it in time to make a difference. He saw one group that seemed more heavily armed than the others and had one of the nobles in it, the one that called Milly. Zaegar's lips curled in a silent snarl, he watched the group from the shadows and waited for a chance to take out the noble. It didn't matter if she had started it, she had to have had a part in it, and anything he could do to burden the noble folk he would do gladly.