[i]Seriously?![/i] thought Densha excitedly. [i]I finally have a lead?[/i]

She rocked back in her chair anxiously, watching the girl turn in her order. Densha wondered if Y was staying at this very inn. What if he was upstairs right now? What if she could just charge into his room and launch a crossbow bolt in his chest? After all, the bounty on his head is a legal order made by the government of Eastwind; if she wanted to, she could simply show the wanted document to the innkeeper and have certified permission to kill her mark. However, if Y [i]isn't[/i] here, then the whole inn would find out there's a 50,000 gold bounty on a man in this very town, and the last thing she wants is the competition of the strong, shady-looking fellows around her... especially the scraggly man in black sitting across from the halfling jester.

Densha looked at him from the corner of her eyes, observing his ruined cape and his dead stare. The man looked like he had someone he wanted dead, as well, except he seemed more likely to enjoy murder more than Densha. To her, death was simply an inevitability; if killing a man who deserved it, such as Y, earned her a ton of gold and brought glory back to her homeland, then she had no problem with it.

Lost in thought, she suddenly realized she was staring at the dark man and turned her head quickly. [i]Oops. Hope he didn't notice.[/i]