[h3]Tour de Rouge, Main Gates[/h3]
	Veronica was about ready to set her hammer down when a redhead who looked to her like he knew what he was doing came towards them and waved hello. She perked up almost instantly, smiling and waving back to him with her hand held high.

	“Ah, that’s my mentor you want.” She said happily as she pointed towards Serena. The woman gave a slight bow to the man in response before reaching into the bag next to her, withdrawing a small pouch. As it moved through the air, it brought with it the signature clinking noise of good money.

	“‘Stuff’ is certainly a way of putting it,” Serena said with a concerned expression. “We are hunting fugitives: At least two men, one adolescent, and a golem. They are all extremely dangerous, and we are willing to accept any assistance in tracking them down and either capturing them so that they may answer for their crimes, or killing them. If you accept, you will receive an advance payment of one hundred gold pieces, as well as ten times that for your reward once we return home successful. Do you accept this offer? Forgive me for assuming you to be somewhat uninitiated, but I must stress again that this is a rather dangerous mission.” Serena looked into the man’s eyes rather inquisitively as she awaited his response.
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[h3]Falke, East Shopping District[/h3]
	Rebecca looked back and forth as she walked hurriedly through the streets of Falke, which thankfully weren’t nearly as crowded as they could be. She had been staying in a local inn for quite some time while she worked on her mission. The money that The Choir had provided her with gave her enough to be considered a regular, though she would take the occasional odd job fixing something for whatever additional coin she could get. She supposed she should just consider herself lucky that she wasn’t anywhere near the battle when the bridge burned down, but with no quick way back home she had no idea what she might need in the meantime. It was also a good way to get information through small talk, especially if her employer happened to do work with the military. Even if they wouldn’t outright say what she needed to know, they’d let slip just enough for a good inference. Connections were very important, she’d learned.

	Today she’d overheard half of a particularly interesting tidbit about some knight in golden armor wandering about town all day, asking about magical artifacts. None who mentioned her seemed to like this woman very much, but Rebecca thought that it was very much worth checking out. Such a thing was interesting enough on its own to warrant some examination, but this person seemed to be have the same goal as her. She could even be another Choir agent sent to Falke, even if that chance seemed slim to her, but either way, she worried that something like this could get her cover blown if she pissed off someone important, which wasn’t something she was going to allow while she was still in town. She wasn’t finding any trace of this knight here, though. Perhaps she could ask for help? She looked for one of the less crowded stores. There was a woman polishing a spearhead there, with a nice head of brown hair and a nice-looking fur coat that was opened enough to reveal, well… Rebecca went red in the face for a moment before reminding herself to keep her gaze to someone’s eyes when she was speaking to them.

	“Excuse me,” she said as she walked towards her. “Ma’am? I’m looking for a lady in golden armor, you probably couldn’t miss her. Have you seen anyone like that come through here?” Her tool bag and the case she kept on her back jostled a bit as she came to a stop in front of the piece of leather which the woman had laid her wares on.