[color=darkblue][center][h1]Sergeant Leigh Carmichael[/h1][/center][/color]
[b]Central District -- The Prince's Manor[/b]
Carmichael was at the palace before the sun had risen. He was ready for this the moment the summons came. Even before he received them, Carmichael was working on the disappearances: questioning locals from the surrounding districts, inputting formal inquiries with the watch, he even tried to find the few raving lunatics that had wandered from the now barren streets of Saltaire. But now, with the summons Carmichael had good reason, and a new squad, to search for the truth in earnest.

Now he was lined up in the parlor of the opulent manor, along with the others who were summoned. He watched as the king's adviser appraised the motley band of adventurers that had been gathered. Carmichael couldn't help but note the disgust plainly written on the man's face. It wasn't hard to understand. The others in the parlor were hardly high society. Of the lot of them, Carmichael felt he was the only regular there. He recognized Irvine, the healer. The man sent a shiver down Carmichael's spine, but he had proven his skill many times since the healer had started his work. The others were more a mystery, strangers to Heston. 

Leigh snapped his attention back to Roman when he spoke up. The adviser outlined their mission, including the search for a dwarf in red. The mentioned reward didn't mean too much to Carmichael. What was important was figuring out what happened in the Saltaire district. Before the adviser could continue, he was interrupted by a man in robes, the court mage as Roman quickly revealed. Carmichael frowned as the newcomer volunteered himself. Magic usually led to trouble, in his experience. 

Following their briefing came a torrent of questions directed at Roman. To be expected, Carmichael supposed. Carmichael didn't feel the need to speak up just yet. The others seemed to have that covered, and any questions he had would surely be answered once they got to work.