The room was silent. Apart from the quiet swirling sound of Ed's spell, no one uttered a word. The stone dungeon, all mossy and old, void of voice after what Lance said.
"H-He's still probably in there, waiting for us," Lance muttered. "Let's go inside."
"I'll go in first," Frederick leaped in front of the door from where he stood. He took a deep breath and pushed the wooden door open, discovering nothing but an empty chamber. "Nothing's here."
"They must've moved him somewhere." Luck entered the room, whistling to spread his magic around to see if he can get any clue. "You sure this was the right door?"
Lance nodded and walked inside, "I saw him myself. And when he raised his finger to his lips, not letting me utter a word. He was in here. Pentos' guild master was in here."
