Several hundreds of ships visit the City of Padstow every month -- cargo ships, passenger ships, occassional war ships, not to mention pirate ships. It would seem that Lord Willelm, Marquess of Padstow, and his subjects do not discriminate. If it was a sea vessel whose captain could pay the dues imposed by Lord Willelm himself, then it would be welcomed in the city.

Padstow was not a small city. Despite its apparent distance to the capital, it could generate a sizable revenue due to the sheer volume of sea vessels. There were four districts that divide the city -- the port district to the east facing the Great ____ Sea, the market district (where one could find a combination of stalls and white two-storey concrete buildings) occupied the area after the port district, the residential district was west, and the residential district for nobles and rich business owners was north of the market, up on a hill overlooking the city. 
 
The market at Padstow was the busiest in all Adalind. It was where products from all over the continent, and across the sea, could be found. Padstow was even known as the city that had it all. There was nothing that could not be found in Padstow.

Such was true for Catarina Frost. 

The biggest fish of them all - The Dragon - appeared at the Fisherman's Hall, a cheap tavern frequented by pirates and other characters with questionable moral standards. The information she bought was true, after all. 

Catarina leaned back, hoping the shadow at her corner table would hide her. There were about four empty tables and six, including hers, that were occupied. It was not the best night for the tavern. Neither was it for her. She pinched a bite from the stale bread served an hour ago, then dunked it into the tankard of sweet light Ale before thoughtfully nibbling on it. 

Any or all of the patrons might be part of the target's crew. She could not act. Not yet. It was best, perhaps, that she study her target. Find that moment of vulnerability, then strike.