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The guards there were from Watson's squad, an immediately recognized 'Sherlock' from the confrentation back at the factory. They gladly led him down a series of steps, which they had already deactivated of all traps, and towards the cell where the prisoners were held, which was now lit up. Captain Watson was inspecting the area with a detective magician, both searching the tiny cell for any clue they can find, and discussing different ideas on how they might have been dragged here in the first place. Watson turned to his men when he heard footsteps to see Detective Sherlock. A small look of relief crossed his face. He turned from the magician and headed over to him. "Ah, Detective Sherlock. Just the man I needed." he said. The guard that escorted him thrned and left totheir posts. "What brings you here? Do you have any clues already?" he asked.

General Watson nodded when he spoke about secret bases, and night kidnappings. "Yes, we've suspected that much. We're ordering an official curfew for everyone today, at 7 o'clock, in hopes to prevent any more from being kiddnapped in plain sight..." he said. He noticed Frederick's desperste tone and looked at him "No, we haben't found anything besides the whiskey bottles the guards were drinking to keep themselves awake, and the corpses. Even afte we scanned the bodies we've come up with nothing, these people are experienced if they are able to disguise their tracks that well. The building was completely empty besides that. No loose papers, nothing." he said.

((Oops, my bad. Typo.))

The whole place was spotless,just as Watson said. There were no magical clues anywhere on the walls, on the ground, or even on the bodies. Not single speck. The guards searched along with Frederick, all growing restless as an hour passed, just to find nothing. Not even a speck of hair. However, the bottles lay on the ground, lost and forgotten as their sticky contents leaked out on the ground. It was the only things no one had bothered to check, since it was unimportant.

he captain walked over, seeing Frederick examine the bottles. "It's old whiskey. We already analyzed it, there's nothing off with it." he said. The captain sighed, also getting restless with the search. The bottles were all the same, since they shared the same color. These bottles were obviously aged due to the darkened color of the glass. But they all had the same, faded brand sticker on the front. "Parsons Whiskey".

The captain took the whiskey bottle a bit disgustedly, holding it away from him as if it were contaminated. "I know, we thought so too. It must be an odd brand. Though we did find enormous amounts of sugar in it, which is what caused it to be sticky. A disgusting ingredient i whiskey." he said. The captain took the bottle and looked it over, seeing the brand name. 'Parson's whiskey'. "An old Arun brand, they used to make these a lot until up to ten years ago, when the company went bankrupt..." he said. The thought sparked in his mind. He looked over at the other bottles on the ground, setting it down. He began to inspect the other brands, checking the labels. They were all the same. "The same brand... This brand is extinct now. Unless they got these from the broken down factory itself... It's a longshot, but it would make sense." he stood. "The factory was abandoned far off the coast, like the factory they last hid in. It hasn't been heard of in years. It's far, yet no too far, isolated, empty. The sea serves a quick escape. The perfect place to hide captives, don't you think?" he said.

"It's a lead, better than sitting our here and searching in circles." he said. "Perhaps they wouldn't need magic. The majority of our boats are unguarded, our port security rarely bothers to check private boats. The only thing they bother to check are the trade boats for illegal trading." he said. He looked over at the other guards. "An organized raid would be a good idea. I can gather more troops to go there, we can arrange it in a way that they have no chance of escaping unseen, if they really are in there. Though it will take me a while to get ahold of the other troops, they've been chasing around other criminals all day. There's been a rise in crime ever since the kidnappings begun. A domino effect if you may... Though you'd be free to go check the area ahead of us, to scout and see if you can gather any infromation." he said. The men had heard the captain and had already begun packing up their things, they didn't need an order for that. They were all too eager to leave.

"As much as you have faith, ten men aren't enough. If I can at least order another squad, we don't know what we'll face in there." said Watson. He looked at Frederick, seeing his eagernes again. "We don't need boats, just a fast horse. It's down the coast, if you leep headig west, you should reach it quickly. Harrison!" he said, calling one of his guards over. A young man rushed over, saluting the captain. "Can you spare a sword?" he asked. The young man nodded and reached onto the sheaths on his back, which contained two swords. He handed Watson a sword. It radiated with magical energy as he balanced it in his hand, beautifully crafted. "That will be all." dismissed Watson. The young man returned to his group, which were then getting ready to mount their horses. Watson turned towards Frederick, handing him the sword. "Here. It's enchanted with fire magic and fire defense. It does the magic on its own if you command it. I suspect you are a good swordsman from what I saw, yes?"