Those who were able scrambled towards the prison cell. There they saw Yaluk curling unconscious on the wooden floor. Passing was an empty cell used to keep the bandaged assassin. What remained was the ragged bandages and no figure. It would be hard for them to recognize the assassin since he was covered in bandages before.
"Find him!" Lady Darcey cried. Gripping the staff between her hand. And muttered between her teeth. "He won't get away far! Yes, he won't, this is a vast ocean. Scattered Bay ain't that large, but his chances of finding a ship are slim to none."
Ned was admiring the vastness and endless uncertainty of the ocean when he picks a sudden movement behind his back. After devouring, Ned's senses almost reached its peak, his hearings, sudden motions around him he could instantly visualize, and sure he was. Lady Darcey approached him from behind.
