Red Zone

"Nothing unusual that might account for the disappearances. I assume you're looking into them, too?" Then, a hiss. Mrs. Bloodplunder gets her flail out of her handbag surprisingly fast, and holds it like she knows how to use it as she looks around. "I was hoping for slavers or a group against the human-supremacists, but that didn't sound like slavers or anti-human-supremacists."