Konohamaru was assured, this was the last time to be lax about a disappearance. Between the witches, the party's importance and the influx of guests, a disappearance like this could very easily spiral out of control if not left alone.Some peasant lost his wife down by the docks, she probably just ran off with another fisherman. Poor bastard.
It reminded the monster of a gruesome case in a small village in the Northeast where the gentry only assisted with a missing person's investigation when his own son went missing.
No one in the town raised a fuss when he punished the gentry for his folly as well.
With the address in head, he decided to take the long way to the breft's place of work.
Still, something held him here, looking into the depths of the ocean. It was almost... calming.
It had been a long time since he had been near the sea, it seemed.