After being seen to have his hands properly cleaned and bandaged, Adrian exited the medical tent still looking a little shaken and exhausted, but ultimately much better now that he'd had a chance to have his wounds looked at and clear his head. During his search for survivors Adrian had never stopped trying to find any piece of evidence that could help him find the one responsible for the school's destruction. It defied explanation, as the (self proclaimed) world's second greatest hunter, Adrian had been taught from the moment he was capable of learning that everything left some sort of trail behind when it moved. It could be anything; a scent, a track, even something as easily missed as a bent branch or a crushed leaf. Sure in the city it was a bit harder to find a trail, but even then the pattern still remained the same. But there was no evidence to be found here, nothing that could possibly used to track. The only thing Adrian knew of that left absolutely no traces was when someone or something went full on scorched earth, but even that couldn't have been the case as it would have wiped out everything. 

Adrain gripped his head as if trying to force his brain into overdrive, "[b]There's got to be something I missed. Has to be. [i]Has to be[/i].[/b]" he muttered tiredly.