In one of the furthest areas of the Kingdom's town, in an abandoned street, there was an ear-splitting scream. A man cried in agony, his hand laid down in the cobblestones only to be crushed by the Knight's boot. "I don't know!" Already sporting a bruised and bloodied eye, this one had been the only one he had caught after he had started from the Hatter's shop.
Someone had been left by his companions no doubt.
Eyeing the blood splattered hat dismissively rolling on the ground, Sir Julius Ginellevé sighed, "Screaming all the way here with no one to come for you, how pitiful." His gaze narrowed at the man, trying to discern any notable items for identification but they wore nothing distinguishable.
The men were at least no fools to have anything on them.
This man's voice however was grating his ears. "Shut up." He tried to get a word in amidst the wails for help. Nobody with a head on their shoulders would come rushing to help them. "Who do you work for?"
