"Alrighty then." Rimau said as cheerfully as a fellow such as him is capable of, removing the mission paper from Mysaren's hands and into his so he could have a look at the bit he didn't read.

"...Now, it says 'ere that these robbers 'ave 'oled their loathsome selves up in some kinda mountain range, right?" He affirmed, still glancing at the paper to see if there was any hidden details. Or hidden clauses designed to screw them out of their reward. It wouldn't be surprising in the slightest. Not that it ever dissuaded him; gave him something to do, at least. And the ones who tried to kill him had a nasty habit of getting bullets driven into their brains.

"...This could mean one o' two things; either this mission'll be a piece o' cake, or it'll be the opposite o' cake. Like a... piece o' pie." He continued, scratching the side of his chin again. He finally cast his glance away from the paper and back at Mysaren, a look of purpose on him. Not too unlike that pauldron dumbass' look, actually.

"...An' that depends entirely on whether or not these dumbasses 'ave decided to hide out in a cave or not. That said, if I know yer average dumbass crook, they tend to leave lots an' lots o' evidence on their path. Hell, I'm surprised guards across the land 'aven't formed their own divisions dedicated to analysin' evidence an' drawin' conclusions from that. Like a... crime scene investigation team or somethin'."

With that hypothesis out the way, he proceeded to pin the paper back to the board before someone yelled at him; or the tavern started acting weird again. Like maybe the board would swallow the paper up, and his hand along with it. It was then he realised something, which made him rub his eyes and roll his shoulders about. Travelling. To a mountain range. Probably very cold.

"Also, I don't s'pose y'ave some kinda transportation method?" He asked, in such a manner so as to not be too forthcoming with his dislike of cold climates. If he had to be in a cold climate, he could at least minimise the time spent. Not the time spotting, that was important. But the time travelling, on the other hand...

"...Uh... not that I mind walkin'." He said once he realised he may have paused for a second too long. "I may be three-hundred-and-three, but I ain't decomposin' just yet. But when I start, I'll be sure to tell yer so y'can make preparations, heheheh... uh... that was a joke."