Moose

"So Tasia never returned."

The man spoke perfunctorily. He already knew the answer as it had already been several days since they had sent her. There was no need to confirm it because the answer was obvious. 

This man was the current City Lord of Gothamshire, City Lord Braxwell. He had a deep scar running from the left corner of his lip through his right eye, even going as far as to take a portion of his scalp with it, leaving behind a sharp bald patch. It was clear that the Summoning had taken its toll on this man, but the fact he was still here standing spoke volumes all to its own. 

"It doesn't matter," his right-hand man, Shah, spoke. "That just means we're dealing with a man who's easily manipulated."

Braxwell didn't reply to the jealousy-laced comment. He wasn't a fan of allowing crime to run rampant in his city because that sort of disorder could easily come back to bite him.