god knows my worth

note to self, this is backdated to about a week after this thread takes place

It was about damn fucking time. Shrike didn't care much for handling the merchandise, it's why he had so many mercenaries at his beck and call, but the fact they'd fucked up this bad had left him with no other choice. It wouldn't have been an issue if Hanako had simply wandered off for maybe a day or two, but the days rolled into weeks and then a season and here he was. Getting his paws dirty, both literally and figuratively. Since he'd-deservedly- killed the initial fuckups Shrike really had to put some decent legwork to get where he was now. He'd asked around, listened to whispers and rumours of a pretty girl who smiled too much. And this was where all the talk led him, to this shit hole swampy mangrove in the middle of fucking nowhere. Rumbling a sigh, Shrike drew to a stop and shot a look over his shoulder. Karver. He was a shit talker and salty to the bone but he was quick on his feet and made a served as a decent-ish scout. Given that Shrike had wounded-if not killed-most of the subordinates who served beneath him he hadn't had many options left, it was Karver or nothing and they both knew it.

"So this guy you spoke to, he said he saw her at some festival around here?" Shrike pursed his lips in thought as he lifted a paw out of the mud. It was low tide but within a few hours this place would be flooded.