Back in the outskirts of Haven
Amy stood over a mountain top, looking at the valley below, now littered with the corpses of dacoits with a frown.
This was the sixth lair of Apate's followers she had cleared since yesterday. Yet there was still no sign of the man she was trying to track. Gyandel Moffiosa, the noble killer, the favored chosen of the goddess of lies, seemed to have gotten the news and went into hiding, all his traces disappearing in the wind.
"Did you get him to talk?" She asked when she saw 3 petite figures walking towards her.
"We did." Erza replied, and passed her a map with a few new circles marked on it, in the middle of the ones which were already crossed out. "This group of his is too thinned out. They don't gather, they don't meet. Whenever there's a new order or mission, or a new task or play they have to be a part of _ they get notified through one time tokens."
