"Did you find her?" Beatrice asked, taking a sip of juice and watching Strax return empty-handed.
"No..." Strax muttered, his frustration clearly visible. He had searched every possible place where the nun could be: from the large ruined church to the convent and the city markets. The answer was always the same: "We haven't seen Sister Cristine since the festival."
"Is this worrying you?" Monica asked as she entered the room. Observing his face, she noted that he didn't look entirely bad or well; his expression was more one of indifference.
"She's a guild-affiliated assassin; I figured something like this could happen when I accepted her following me. After all, she isn't mine yet," Strax said, sitting beside them. "And with that, now we have no way of getting more accurate information about this Eldoria. We can only rely on old information." He commented, hearing footsteps from the kitchen.
