Owen Liddell was content to stick in the sidelines, and yet it seemed like Elliot's words suddenly lit a flame in him. "Where did they take him?"
"I don't know—"
"Did grandfather know of this?" Owen asked aloud. He shook his head and made his way to the door. "I need you to find Han and get him safe, or tell my grandfather to retract whatever order he's made about capturing Han, he's not a bad guy."
"Huh?" The young Mage stared at him confused.
Even Owen Liddell still wasn't sure as there were matters that still didn't add up—like the three attacking Gloria City, but whatever the case, he needed to find Han. "You know what, forget it, kid. I bet you need to attend your lessons… Lavelda's classes, if I recall?"
"Yes."
"Well, just make sure that she's there." Owen darted away. Even if he found himself living in Kraelonia for a good chunk of his life—it was still going to be a little difficult to find the young man by himself.
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