Marx scowled as the dogs whimpered behind him, shaking and pulling on their leashes to run from the room. The Inquisitor cursed under his breath and his squad were equally as pissed off. "Take the dogs back." Marx ordered, handing over a leash to Cat and standing still as she and the two men followed her from the inn. Marx turned to Jarrod. "We need to get him before another person pays for our loss. For now, we should be alright if we can just get guards up here and the surrounding towns to keep him out. Let authorities know to be on the look for him." He stepped forward and laid a hand on Jarrod's shoulder. "Get in contact with me if you need me. I'll be staying on this case, no matter how long it takes. I may be leaving before tomorrow for the sake of sending word to other authorities. I think we should tell the higher ups he has anti-magic powers, but not citizens. There's no need to worry them more than they already will be. I wish you and I luck. Though with you on the case, I doubt it will be too long for him to be caught." He smiled, knowing Jarrod's reputation, and left the room walking downstairs and out of the inn. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Marx flipped through the papers on his desk with a frustrated sigh. It was now 3 days since he lost Lionel using a rookie mistake. Even knowing exactly who he was looking for hadn't helped his search. Guards had their eyes open in all surrounding towns but there hasn't yet been a sign of the backwards mage. All Marx could keep thinking to himself was 'If I were him, where the hell would I have gone to?' Still, nothing came to mind even though he knew the terrain of the lands pretty well, having kept watch in them many times before. "Marx?" He raised his dark brown eyes. "Ah, Cat. Nothing I'm hugely interested in, I assume?" She shook her head. "Sorry. Just another job asking for an Inquisitor." "I thought I told you I didn't want another one until this one was finished?" "I know. But look at it." She said, setting a folder down on his desk and opening it for him. "It's in a nearby town. They're having a lot of thieving issues, but it's small things like food, clothing, etc." Marx cocked an eyebrow at her. "That's... even less interesting than you seem to think." She gave a smirk. "They can't seem to catch the thief. He's getting into locked buildings at night without a single detection from the magical barriers around it. And there is a special guest staying in this town for a week. A very wealthy one with a very important name. Sound like anyone you may have met?" Marx smiled and nodded. "Grab it. Let's see where Lionel may be hiding." Cat nodded. She picked up the folder and dashed from the room to let the sender of the job request a confirmation while beating on the doors of her two squad comrades. "Get up! We're on a job!" Marx laughed at the excitedness that seemed to suddenly grip his whole squad. He stood and slipped on his jacket and grabbed his knife, putting it inside of his boot. Alright, Lionel. I need you to come out. Before the visiting Baron is murdered.