Ignoring Yazulayne’s overtures into their conversation, Chad reciprocated Lenz’s handshake with an equally firm handshake. The nobility of the three sovereign nations would beg to differ, Chad chuckled to himself. To some certain nobles, those would be fighting words. Chad shrugged off the shrewd attack in his best business-like manner; an apology in any manner was enough for him. He quickly moved to address the butler’s inquiry. 

“As it stands now,” started Chad, carefully, “We have a general understanding of where he might be, but not an exact location.” Chad quickly recalled the maps and charts he had brought with him from his ship; he had memorized the sea charts but not the continent. Nonetheless, he had managed to remember the better portion of the Astopol political map during the ample amount of time they had in the trip to the Archipelagos. He disagreed with Rilolia. 

“Rilolia, the prisons you’re thinking of are large, general security prisons for common folk, murderers, and thieves. They may be secure but I doubt they hold political or religious prisoners. Word would easily get out if a high profile detainee such as Mr. Warren arrived at such a facility.” Chad had earlier concluded that it was more likely that the man was held in a well-defended fort or small prison. “It more likely that he is being detained in something more secure or more obscure. As it is, Lyra and I have compiled a list of possible locations, but it’s not like we can march up to each one and lay siege to it. We need to narrow it down further.”