Jeff was pumped.  He was already entering the third tavern to ask after the bandit leader after giving his description to two Tavern owners.  He hadn't had any luck at those first two, but he knew it only came down to a matter of time before he got the answers he was seeking.  Combing his fingers through his stylish black hair, he took a seat in front of the barkeep, to wait for the man speaking to said barkeep to hurry up and finish. 

The Tavern was average, with brown walls and an occasional framed picture on them and maybe twenty people enjoying their drinks.  


As Jeff was looking around the place in boredom, he heard the man ask after bandits and give the same bandit leader description to the dude.  

He quickly took a second look at the guy seeking info and his eyes widened.  It was Harry, that spiky blonde haired, slim dude with the attitude.  


Before Harry could finish his next sentence, Jeff cut in, "Hey Harry, why not do yourself the favor of forgetting about that mission?"


Harry turned to Jeff slowly, and casually removed his black tinted sunglasses from his face, his eyes showed he was amused, he replied "I'm already on their trail, I know I can find them way before you and you expect me to just give in.  Hell no."  

Jeff stood up as he realized he was going to have to take down his fellow guildy by force.  Harry also rose and smiled, as he thought that Jeff didn't stand a chance against him.

And so the two of them stood staring at each other, readying themselves to take each other out of the picture and the prize money.