[center][h3][color=darkred]James Blackwall[/color][/h3][/center]

As the group entered Milas, James was constantly but subtly checking his surroundings. He had nothing that he particularly wanted to by, so he decided to stay close the caravan until Razer decided to separate from the group. An Idea struck and he quickly excused himself from the group to look over the market and shops.

After he finished speaking to one of the vendors, pocketing the items he had just bought and placing the money in the vendor's palm, he turned his head to see a rough-looking man with a sword at his hip, most like a mercenary of some kind, putting up a poster on one of side of one of the buildings. Curious, James waited before the man disappeared from sight and then went over to inspect the paper. As his eyes scanned the words, a hard expression settled on his face. He was a little surprised someone like Razer could be captured like that, but he was more worried about if something were to happen. If one dies, they all die. Growling a little, he roughly folded the paper and began to make his way towards the mentioned graveyard.

As if by luck, he passed Jamie and Darius as they made their way back to the caravan. He didn't stop walking, instead slightly forcibly handing one of them the poster, slightly forcefully, not even looking at which one as he kept walking. Hopefully, one of them would either back him up or warn the others.

It didn't take him too long to find the old graveyard, after stopping a few times to ask directions it was around mid-afternoon. When he arrived, he was met by a small contingent of mercenaries. His hands fell to his swords, but he didn't draw them. Instead, with an icy tone, he asked a simple question.

[color=darkred]"Where's Razer?"[/color]

His voice was hard and final. He wasn't going to waste time. He was getting an answer, one way or the other.

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