30.My Lord, we found her.

**Mordecai**

Rushed steps echoed throughout the long, gloomy-looking hall. A tiny man, around sixty years old, appeared around the corner. His eyes were set to the floor, his breath shallow, he held a pile of papers tightly to his chest. He walked past all the doors, ignored the looks from people who crossed his path or tried to call for his name. This older man was on a mission, avoiding any