He had come to the Hard Nox earlier than the rest, but was the last to fully return; the drapes had been stamped out, his dues paid to those around him, and promptly sought about separating himself from the commotion; vivid memories of being the scapegoat for rabblerousing persuaded him to make himself scarce. All too often, people were willing to point fingers at the 8-foot Al'ashtavahk to blame for trouble. His movements were unnaturally swift for a man of his size, though perhaps it was his size that afforded him haste in cutting through the crowd.
Height also afforded him a vantage to spot Emer and her distinct companion, though no amount of searching found them; thinking that she most likely led the woman somewhere and returned to the ship, the Baron hurried to the Hard Nox and pushed open the clinic doors, expecting her to be there.
She was not.
Concern began to raise when he began to look through the ship proper. Thinking she couldn't have gone anywhere else-- what need did she have?-- Emryk looked through the first level, then the second. Then, he searched the bilge, holding a handkerchief over his snout, and the bowels of the ship in case she'd be found there-- but Emer was nowhere to be found, and concern turned into worry. Worry that compounded when he reached the boiler room-- his second priority, beyond making sure Emer was safe-- and found Naveen gone. Leo, too. He hadn't seen the boy the entire time he had been searching, and figured he would be here.
Worry, then, turned to horror.
Horror at the man he had beaten breaking free. Horror at Emer being missing in tandem with Naveen's disappearance. Horror at what might've happened to Leo, who he had told explicitly not to let the vampire free. If Naveen was gone, that meant the worst for him-- and the Baron was responsible.
So he left, searching the dock and retracing his steps-- checking the alleyway he'd fought the vampire in, then going back to the gates of the mansion-- and returned to the Hard Nox in a state of barely-contained fear. Something had happened to Leo. Something had happened to her. He'd made a promise to protect her-- had locked that damned beast in the boiler room to stop him-- and now...
... commotion. Commotion from Lucien's room; Emryk gravitated towards it. Out of all the voices there, none of them were hers.
But one of them was his.
He passed by the body of the ice giant that'd led them free from the wastes. The Baron hardly knew him, but judging from the blood and pallor, he could guess what happened. Shoving the thought aside-- not her, don't know where she is, maybe there's time-- Emryk's footsteps thundered along the deck, making his presence known before his frame dipped through the doorway into Lucien's quarters. The Baron stood, wide-eyed-- poring over the bloodstained grin from Leo, the glint of sharpened canines, the flood of confusion and conclusions in his mind-- and looked from Alys, to Caleb, to Ciaran. His attention returned, of course, to the boy.
"You're drinking?"
A step forward, then another. Leo was fine. Leo was fine, and Naveen was gone. As was Emer. Emryk looked as if he ought to strangle the drunk custodian then and there, but clenched a fist, and gave a puff of breath through his nostrils. Barely-restrained. Composed. She was missing, but that was better than dead.
Or, perhaps, the two were one and the same.
"I trusted you to guard Naveen. I told you to keep him in his CHAINS. And now he's GONE?"
His gaze was squinted in disbelief, snout knurled into an expression of grief. The worst was confirmed. He was gone, and he was alive. Leo had let him go? Another breath, composing himself. Eyes closed, expression returning to neutrality. Hand of stone. "Emer's gone. I cannot find her anywhere, and with him loose-- God above, WHERE DID HE GO, LEO?"
The frenzy showed in his voice, now. Panic. Muted, contained, but there. Surely, that snow-shuffling bastard knew better than to touch her again. After the last time.
And if he had, there would be nothing left of him to return to the damned Truth Teller. Of that much, he was certain.
Still, there was the matter of Naveen before his escape. Emryk looked to Caleb. "I'd found Naveen earlier, feeding upon a woman in an alley. Threatened him not to touch Emer again, and when he taunted me, I beat the sense out of him. Dragged him back here and chained him in the boiler room. I told him to-- rrh." As if the decision pained him to admit, now, seeing the boy witless and disturbed. Fingers pinched the bridge of his snout. "I told him to guard the vampire. And now, with Emer missing, I-- have any of you seen her?"