If the traitor had any sense, he would know to run by now.
There's no way to find him through normal methods.
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Meanwhile.
In a tavern three blocks away.
The shifty-eyed traitor sat at the bar, drinking and nervously scanning his surroundings.
He seemed to be on guard for something.
Suddenly, something seemed to tap his shoulder.
Slap!
He was startled, his whole body trembling violently as he collapsed to the ground. His arm knocked over the glass in front of him, which shattered with a crash, scattering into countless shards, the amber liquid spilling onto the floor.
The other patrons turned their heads to see what had happened.
"Buddy, what's wrong? I only tapped your shoulder!" a man exclaimed, spreading his hands in surprise.
"You... You're not here to kill me?" the traitor said, trembling all over.
