Somewhere in Whitebridge City…
"How are the other members?" a middle-aged Dwarf asked his subordinate who had just returned from his mission.
"Not good," the subordinate reported. "Most of our members are currently on the run and have left the city. Mara has been captured by a high-ranking Interrogator. She is currently being subjected to torture and has been fed with truth serums. It's quite fortunate that none of the Guild's members in the city know of our true identities. Using a third party to relay orders to them was a great decision on our Guild Leader's part."
"This is not something to celebrate about," the middle-aged man commented. "Now that everyone is either captured, on the run, or, even worse, dead, our operations in Whitebridge City have to be in a complete halt. Did you find out any information about who is responsible for this mess?"
The subordinate nodded.