"You say disappearing outside might still give us a clue to search, but disappearing into thin air inside the dungeon—such a bizarre event—how are we supposed to find them?"
"Exactly. The Prime Minister is being way too demanding, even threatening us with our lives. What should we do now?"
"Looks like this time, our lives are doomed."
"Instead of wasting time here gossiping, it's better if we quickly investigate. That way, we might still have a sliver of hope."
Among the servants, one person analyzed the situation rationally.
"We understand that reasoning, but we don't even know where to start investigating."
"Are you stupid? A dwarf's features are so distinct. All we need to do is create a portrait, and post it throughout the streets and alleys of the Capital. If the dwarf is still in the Capital, he'll have nowhere to hide."
"Right, why didn't I think of that!"