Hearing Celia's reply, Ethan's heart sank.
"No one?" he pressed.
"Not that I can recall, at least not among the dedicated crafters," Celia said quickly. "As for combat players who only dabble in professions, I wouldn't know if any of them were expelled."
"Check for me," Ethan said. "You have thirty minutes to find this person."
The quest timer gave him sixty minutes, but that was deceptive. Tracking her down, confirming her identity, and then bringing her back would eat up far more time than it sounded like on paper. Thirty minutes was already cutting it close.
"Thirty minutes…" Celia frowned. "But all of our combat personnel are tied up in the Fortress Wars right now. This is the worst possible timing for a manhunt."
"We already own a fortress," Ethan replied evenly. "That assault is just a training exercise. If you have to, call them back. Find this person."
The order was blunt and final, leaving no room for debate.
