Silas returned to the manor somewhat earlier than he usually did. The sun hadn't fully set yet, but the image of his wife confined in the map room ate at him.
Upon arrival however, Carlton greeted him with a little more urgency in his tone than what was natural.
"What is it, Carlton? You seem burdened?"
"The messages went out around thirty minutes ago. Haven't you received word of it?"
"What message do you speak of?" Silas' brows furrowed, "Did something happen to my wife?" his feet had already begun to step past Carlton, with the map room in mind.
"No, but the message stems from Lady Arabella herself," the butler bowed, "She's come across some sort of underground imprisonment camps spread out strategically all over the kingdom,"
A glint flashed in his diamonds, his eyes widening very momentarily as memory served him his history classes on the matter, "The nightwalker's holding camps," he mumbled.
"Yes, she said they were erased from contemporary maps,"
