With his armor ripped, as pale as a matis, Praesidius was watching the spawn's point of Pyr as if, by an effort of will, he could make Ichnion, the imperial Alchemist he had to protect, appear there, but nothing happened.
"Like rookies, we were fooled like rookies, and now we'll have to go and announce that we've lost the trace of the Alchemist...
- ...
- We're going to end up scrubbing latrines for the rest of our lives ...
- No wait, we'll find a way, we'll call on our relations, the Patriots won't want to let the reputation of the guards be tarnished. Let's gather our friends and trusted homins and find Ichnion. We have a few days before his absence becomes critical."
Little by little, the news spread among the Patriots: Rendezvous at Academy place on 20h - Dua, Winderly 14, 2nd AC 2611(*).
* [OOC] On Sunday, 6 December 2020 20:00:00 UTC (4 years ago).[/OOC]