Once all the younglings had left the room, Pallus and Tregon both sat down at the desk at the front of the room.
"Now what's so important that you had to interrupt my lecture hall?" Asked the preacher, sounding very stern and annoyed.
"The boy has escaped." Stated Tregon.
"The boy? Who's the boy?"
"Cemari, my slave boy." Responded the horned man.
"What?!" The preacher's eyes widened in shock, "But how? What happened to all your guards and security dogs? Did he get past them so easily?"
Tregon shook his head, "It took him a few tries but he somehow managed to escape."
Pallus took a deep breath and sighed, "Well if he's left the property, then I'm afraid there's nothing we can do to help you, Sir Tregon."
He slammed his fist onto the desk. "What do you mean you can't help me?!"
