[h1]Falke, Residential District[/h1]

The old man watched with pride as the blonde warrior gruffly walked away from him towards the market. Taking the knights and adventurer types down a peg was a game he all too often enjoyed. His fun over the old man began hobbling towards his home, a much more 'lived in' hovel than its surrounding neighbors but this was something the old man could care less about, though the weeds and moss were beginning to be a more prevalent problem even he couldn't ignore.

The old man stopped at his door and shakily placed the key in the lock, an audible creak softly emanating from the door's hinges as it gently opened. The old man took one step into his living room before realizing that something was wrong, the room was much darker than he'd left it and it seemed some of the dust on the less used pieces of furniture had been disturbed. A soft but noticeable thud then came from the old man's kitchen prompting him to frown. In a surely odd sight the old man lifted his cane like a club and began hobbling towards the Kitchen entrance.

As he reached the entrance the old man's face turned white and he dropped his cane. He faced a hooded figure standing in front of his stove, his face obscured by the shadows but his mouth very noticeably eating a small bowl of stew.

"C-Cain?" The old man said, his fearful tone juxtaposing his previous gung-ho attitude.

"Warm Greeting. Good morning Bafford. Saw window was open. Decided to let myself in. Hope you don't mind." Cain said in a flat monotone that never failed to get under the old man's skin. Bafford set down his cane and began walking towards the dining table where he shakily took a seat. 

"Er, no, no. Not at all. Was there uhm, anything specifically ye wer lookin to find out?" Bafford asked, slightly more comfortable in his speaking but still clearly unnerved by Cain's presence. He placed his hands together and looked towards Cain who had set down the bowl and pulled his mask up.

"Dismissive. No. Just the usual. Have I been called on. Has anything interesting happened?" Cain said plainly, taking a seat adjacent Bafford. "Left you a bowl of stew. Apologetic. Had to take it out. Make room for my own. My mistake." Cain added, his voice and face not changing in the slightest.

"What? Yeah, uhm no, that's alright. Let me see urm... No contracts yet, I imagine the bridge has gotten everyone collecting their bearin's in the down time. I uhh did see some cat lookin' lady in the market, probably a hunter but she had some pretty nice lookin' gear. Uhhhh what else, Oh! I ran into some queer lookin' lady in a shiny golden lookin' affair, asked ME where to find MAGICAL trinkets, naturally I gave her the business an sent her on her way." Bafford leaned back with a smirk, his previous fear now dissipating into unashamed pride.

Cain simply grunted to himself began walking towards the front door, stopping just next to Bafford before he left. "Appreciative. Thank you Bafford. Always a pleasure doing business." Cain left a few gold pieces on Bafford's desk which seemed to delight the old man even further.

"Well might I say the pleasure is always mine Cain, you really oughta make me yer prime info gatherer, we could stand to make a whole lotta coin together eh Cain?" Bafford looked up to see the assassin gone confusing him momentarily "C-Cain?" he added to no one in particular. Eventually Bafford shook his head and resumed grinning as he sorted through his coin.