He had turned and gone back to the main entrance, where more of his guards had kept watch over Jarrons body. "Drug him so he stays asleep and make sure he doesn't move until I'm done. Where is the Cimmerian Moff?," he asked. His guards had pointed to a room down the hall and he turned and trotted down towards it. He could hear her screaming obscenities and by the sounds she had broke free and was giving his guards the what for. She had turned as he entered and within that second one of the guards tackled her to the ground again and Agba chuckled. "Take her to the holding cells if you can manage it boys." She screamed again, "Where are they? Where are Jarron and Evil?!" Rolling his head back and to the side to look at her as he had walked away he said, "I see where your loyalty lies. The one you swore to protect, your Grand Moff may be dead, but it's Jarron you ask for first." Agassiz fell silent at his truth and Agba chuckled again. "The Warlord is not as powerful or as obeyed as he thinks. Bind her hands and hang her until I am done with "Evil"," he had mocked and commanded. His men had quickly gagged Agassiz, binding her hands and pushed her out of the room, moving to the cells. Agba had almost happily skipped backed to his quarters. This day could have not gone any better and there now laid the greatest prize to be had on his very floor.