Esmond looked at the people he had locked away and the reports he had been able to get together. In his mind, he already had a list of targets but felt confused. Everything they were doing was just enough to have him come to Nakhla; there was no real end goal. That much was obvious. Now that he was here, things slowed down, and he hadn't received any reports in the other cities of the nobility trying to cause trouble.
Esmond looked at the man before him. He couldn't just torture these people. They hadn't broken any lawns after all, and they wouldn't have the information he wanted. 'I need to him.' Thinking of the person he had connected everything to, he took a deep breath and left the people he had locked up in their cells. He couldn't risk having them leak any information of his departure.
He knew they wanted him away from the Palace and reminded himself to send word to Issac and warn him that there may be a larger conspiracy.
