Drake watched silently as the lady walked over to John and spoke to him about her daggers. As she did so, the guard turned around to find the merchant back at his place. “Your tab, sir?” the merchant asked, raising an eyebrow as he spoke. Drake nodded, then quickly added, “Delta six.” The merchant chuckled after hearing this, then quickly walked down the stairs to the armory, shocked more than amused. Drake turned back to see the thief lady walking back towards him. “Is there a tavern around here? I’m in need of something to eat,” she asked, looking up at the hulking giant as she spoke. [i]I wouldn’t dare,[/i] he thought with a quick grin.

“I know of a place,” Drake responded, walking towards the entrance of the armory, “the Greener Club is the name. I suspect you aren’t as wealthy as most around here, so it should suffice.” He stepped through the entrance to the armory and back onto the streets of Talgot shortly after this. “If you want to find the place, head to the tax stand I was stationed at, go towards the money-lender stand to the left and continue straight until you see the sign. I’m going to find that devilish roof-monkey,” Drake claimed. The guard then walked off, looking around for any sign of the bounty hunter. His dull, blood-stained armor barely glinted in the sun as he walked, the sun still low in the sky.