An instant after the remnants of the Captain's crew had fled off, Kayleigh immediately set to looting their belongings, her fingers rummaging about their pockets, satchels, searching their clothes in an expert and thorough routine. Any passerby who happened to glance at the woman would have spotted her gleeful expression from a mile away. 

Kayleigh loved her job, to say the least. 

"You'd think these pirates would have more valuables on hand after pillaging from a hundred others," Kayleigh complained aloud. Grasping her hands around a considerably weighty pouch and yanking it out of the dead captain's belt, she tossed it in Jackson's direction. Then, her fingers felt the contours of a dry, wrinkled piece of paper. That, she removed from the deceased as well, and with a curious gaze, scrutinized it.

It was a note.

[i]Greetings, Captain.
I'm writing this on behalf of no one other than yourself. Expect to meet a pair of mercenaries in your travels soon, both of whom will be after the bounty on your head. I have been tipped about their whereabouts. They will be at Galberd's Gallow, noon through dusk. Take care.
- Benedict[/i]

"Who's Benedict?" Kayleigh narrowed her eyes. How on earth had he anticipated their movements? "Well, whatever," she rolled her eyes. It mattered not, considering how they had the situation under control despite having their location being tipped by some unknown informant.

"So-," she begin, "-shall we get to collecting the bounty? I'm sure Balthazar is expecting us." Mentally, Kayleigh calculated the approximate time needed for them to travel to Vargoth City. Two days, perhaps?