Nothing. They'd found nothing. The only hope was that the other team had been more successful in rooting them out. Finding the demon worshiper was something, but it hadn't been their goal. Were they just better hidden than he'd thought? What to do now, wait for them to do something and try to catch them in the act of making victims? He grunts to no one in particular - thoroughly frustrated at himself. He wasn't sure if the plan was to blame or whether they'd been outwitted. It didn't matter though, not really. It was still a failure. His failure.

Now was probably the time to message the elf, they wouldn't be waiting around for her. <Selissa, we're done here. Come back while you can, we're heading back to town.>

He needed to hit something to blow off steam, but chances are he'd be going to bed frustrated tonight. Maybe tomorrow would be more productive.