"We have been looking for the girl for two weeks now, and there's still no sign of her anywhere." Sullivan complained to Earl Edgar.
"If she can't be found anywhere in Porkshire or the nearby towns, then where could she be?"
"What if she is dead?" Edgar threw him a look. "A villager could have picked up her dead body and buried it out of good will." He reasoned out.
The Earl shook his head with his lips twisted in distaste at what Sullivan said. 'Humans. They are always so foolish. Why would anyone pick up a lifeless body to bury it? Illogical.'
"Like you said, it's just two weeks. You don't expect her to magically appear in front of you."
"Mr. Edgar, my men and I had done a vast search." Anger bubbled in Sullivan's mind.
"Then it wasn't enough. Try again. And remember that if she is not found, you aren't getting what you want." Edgar glared at him.
