It turned out that Devon’s hunch struck the mark. They were accompanied back to the place they were in the first place, the noticeable whorehouse with colorful lights all over the place. Devon prayed that his arrival wasn’t too late.

“Bro, weren’t we here before?” said Arwen. “What are Sis Fran and Sis Roxy doing here?”

“Trust me, you don’t want to know,” answered Devon. In his head, he was concocting a plan to wring out the information within. It’s not confirmed yet that Roxanne and Francesca was being imprisoned there, and he was about to find out. “Alright, hear me out. You lowlives will assist my elf friend here to get in. After that, you’re free to go.”

“Arwen, I’m counting on you. Sneak inside and sniff our ladies out,” requested Devon. “I will take this head-on from the front.”

Devon still needed to be wary of the thugs that seemed cooperating. They’re criminals, after all.

“Remember, scoundrels, no funny business, you hear me? Just showing her the safest way in from the back d