If his recovered memories served Emery right, the man in front of him was called Vizla and should supposedly be someone who could be considered a friend. Hence, seeing the latter's display such hatred towards him as he took his daughter away was something that bewildered him.
What's more, his mind was disturbed by what he had just heard from the little girl. If her words were true, it meant Silva was also in a concerning situation.
In that instant, a memory about her rolled in his mind. The image of her on a white sand beach, caring for him, filled his mind and prompted him to make his decision.
"I need to know what happened to her!"
As night finally lowered its curtain, Emery snuck out of his residence. He made sure to move carefully, avoiding any patrols as his mind set on searching for her.
