Drabble in troubble
Captain Drabble leaned forward in his chair, his eyes locked on the soldier standing before him.
"Sir, we've combed through the citadel, checked every nook and cranny, but we've found no trace of Max Deitor," a soldier said, his voice steady but filled with a hint of frustration.
He shuffled his feet, uncomfortable delivering such news to his captain.
Drabble's brow furrowed in thought, his fingers tapping a slow rhythm on the wooden surface of his desk.
"And what of his real identity? Any leads on who Max Deitor truly is?"
Drabble was hoping for some piece of information that could give them a hint.
Of where the man was, of who he was, but until now, he got nothing useful.
Maybe the man left Somnium, but by now there was no sight of him around the portal, so it was unlikely he left, unless the man didn't sleep for several days, and that wasn't possible for him right now.