Keelan had been playing his part since the rumor of his sisters arrest had circled back to him, it had been public so who didn't know was the bigger question. The real mystery was, where was Gunne?

Bulger had come with the letter and Keelan told him to wait for Misses Towers above deck. He was watching the workers unloading crates of gems when a female voice calls out inquiring about his boss, "oi! Misses over here, if yer misses Towers follow me, lord Morrigan is waitin' in his quarters for ya," with a unsettling limp Bulger made no indication for her to follow besides his words. He as quiet even as they made their way across the dock and below. Inside the ship was just as bust as they descended two sets of wooden steps.

The entire last bay was Keelan's officer a plaque reading, OFFICE OF LORD KEELAN MORRIGAN; KEELAN MORRIGAN COMPANY, it was solid gold and etched with a beautiful old style of font. Bulger opened the door and ushered the lady in, "boss, misses Towers, misses Towers lord Morrigan...Bulger if ya need anything, either of ya," he tipped his hat and stepped back out closing the door.

Keelan looked over his small wire framed glasses towards his guest, "Sit."

Keelan removed and folded his glasses laying them lightly on the paperwork to the Vitlock account, then proceeded to stand and walk to his very elaborate liquor cabinet, "Aye, I heard a bit about it," he poured himself a glass looked at Temperance and then half filled another returning to his seat, "My little ears haven't heard anything about why or where she us, certainly not in a normal jail i presume? Is it over Romulus?" he had figured it was over the man's death.

For once for a split second Keelan Morrigan lost a bit of control, a ringed fist slammed down on his desk. He grunted not in pain but intense anger, the regain was one of practice but the Lord Morrigan was very angry. Gunne wasn't to blame well not for all of it perhaps her gullibility of listening to Uncle Adder, that was the man who would catch the brunt of Keelan's anger.

Bedlam. Cam Pyetr. Those were named Keelan commited to memory.

"Can Bedlam rehabilitate Gunne miss Towers?" it was probably the last question one expected but this seemingly intelligent woman before him had already said what needn't be mentioned, if he were to rush to the Crown or to his sister begging like some lowly peasant for her freedom it would indeed raise suspicions, "and what can you do to keep her safe? I need time to sort out things and do my own digging on this Cam Pyter...as you confirmed I can't rush right in and save her, it's risky with treason."