Slipping his way out of the bathroom, Archer noticed his first thing illusioned away. It was a picture. Archer had to make sure Marma did not catch him staring, but Archer got the gist of the image. It was a picture of Alathor, dressed casually, with a woman, thin and bespectacled. She had bright yellow eyes. In between the two sat a baby brown haired like Alathor, and yellow eyed like the woman. They stood at the old battlefield next to Hexside, an Emperor's Coven sigil shined on the woman's wrist. A note read, 'Rina, Alathor and Alador: Congratulations Rina!'

Blinking in confusion, Archer recognized the woman, Korina Blight, wife of Paramain, Abomination Coven Head. Attempting to recall what young Alador looked like, Archer realized the boy did look nothing like his father. While Paramain was tall and foreboding, his dark hair constantly slicked back, Alador looked much more similar to Alathor. If this child really was the child of Alathor, and Alathor was dead, this relationship took on a whole new meaning. Still, it confused Archer why this was in Ally's home to begin with.

Glancing around the home, Marma was practically dragging him to the stairs. Forced to comply, Archer walked downstairs and into the bakery. Already it smelled of fresh treats, and Archer was expecting to see Ally busying her way through the space. What he was greeted to was an illusioned Alathor, dressed in a long pink dress covered by an apron. He, she? Archer was confused, but as Ally-thor made their way over to Archer, he noticed how they walked with confidence, a tray of cookies in hand. Trying not to act surprised, Archer nodded at Ally-thor, who greeted the boy cheerfully.

"Aww," Ally-thor smiled, removing a rumple from Archer's cloak, "Don't you look as cute as a button!"

Summoning several bags, Ally-thor levitated her cookies into them before sealing them off with a small bit of fire-magic.

"Okay, my boy," Ally-thor winked, "Today's quest is to deliver these treats."

"How-" Archer's arms were loaded with a sack full of cookies.

"Marma of course!"

"Oh," Archer began to sweat. He was getting tired of being constantly watched, "It's okay. I have my own staff. I just have to go get it."

Ally-thor raised an inquisitive eyebrow before nodding, "Very well. I hope to see you by seven for dinner. I'm making screaming squash."

Archer nodded. Heaving the cookies over his shoulder as he made a bee-line to the library.

Archer dropped the bag of cookies at the library before taking his now fully charged staff up into the air. There was no way he was going to miss his chance to capture Ally- Alathor. This was the witch that got him into this situation, and certainly, Belos would be appreciative to have them captured. Perhaps enough to un-banish Archer.

Flying to the the nearest Emperor's Coven HQ, the Conformatorium, Archer landed at the front gate, deciding to rattle it and draw the attention of the guard snoozing in the watchtower.

As the guard awoke, Archer smiled, and stated, "I have found Alathor. I am here to report their presence. As your superior officer, I order you to direct me to your head warden."

As Archer showed his Emperor's Coven mark, the masked guard, nodded and opened the gate. A troop of scouts was doing an exercise in the courtyard, jogging across the courtyard. Suddenly the group broke off and created a new formation, circling around Archer.

Turing around to see he had no way to move forward, Archer laughed, attempting to brush past a guard. They stood their ground. Archer tried another. They did the same. Now trying desperately to get out, Archer's staff was confiscated and snapped in two.

Warden Wardin, a demon massive in stature, with large spiked horns and flaring nostrils stepped out, glaring at Archer.

"Archer Guard, by orders of Emperor Belos, you are to be petrified for violation of your banishment."

"Wait!" Archer shouted, "I have vital information on Alathor!"

"Oh him?" Warden Wardin gave a fanged grin, "No one cares about him anymore. You've got the biggest bounty of them all!"