"So what do you got?"
"With this amount? Hmph, I can hint you at the best restaurant in town if that's what you're looking for miss".
The inn was barely even half filled at the time of the day, most people inside being regulars coming in early, or staying very, very late. It was far from the fanciest places in the grand city of Averecia she was located at the moment, but it was best for her needs... informants didn't go just anywhere to meet clients, especially when the information Stephanie needed was something crucial, as well as costly. Throwing another bag about twice from the previous size, she knew fairly well that her funds would still last to get to the nearby towns, where ever her target was moving.
The man was a complete mystery. Only the name of 'Saul Tharion' was her lead... of course if the pay hadn't been size of early retirement, she hadn't even considered it. "Alright, there, all I need is the name of the place, shouldn't be that expensive".
The man looked at the pouch and then bag at Stephanie, taking a small drag from his pipe. "...Tarnoa. Pleasure doing busine-".
"Don't bullshit me!" Stephanie half shouted, slamming her fist in the table, before realizing she was making quite a ruckus, creating bit too much attention to her liking. Looking at the gazes on the surrounding tables she calmed down a little, relaxing her body just enough to get the other tables back to their own things. "Tarnoa? Did you hold the map upside down or something when you came up with that?" she hissed. Tarnoa was along the east coast of the land... Averecia was on the west.
"You'll find any informant that says otherwise, you'll come and get refunds lass, but until then..." the man said half innocently, though Stephanie saw that he was just enjoying the fact such information had made such a fortune to him. Stephanie stood up, not even saying a word, glancing at the informant one last time before firmly stepping outside from the pub. Getting back to the street, Stephanie took a deep breath, trying to calm down for a moment, before just kicking the outer wall of the pub in anger, in such a sturdy way it made the inn sign drop to the ground. "Goddamnit!" she just cursed, not even caring for the damage she had done.
"With this amount? Hmph, I can hint you at the best restaurant in town if that's what you're looking for miss".
The inn was barely even half filled at the time of the day, most people inside being regulars coming in early, or staying very, very late. It was far from the fanciest places in the grand city of Averecia she was located at the moment, but it was best for her needs... informants didn't go just anywhere to meet clients, especially when the information Stephanie needed was something crucial, as well as costly. Throwing another bag about twice from the previous size, she knew fairly well that her funds would still last to get to the nearby towns, where ever her target was moving.
The man was a complete mystery. Only the name of 'Saul Tharion' was her lead... of course if the pay hadn't been size of early retirement, she hadn't even considered it. "Alright, there, all I need is the name of the place, shouldn't be that expensive".
The man looked at the pouch and then bag at Stephanie, taking a small drag from his pipe. "...Tarnoa. Pleasure doing busine-".
"Don't bullshit me!" Stephanie half shouted, slamming her fist in the table, before realizing she was making quite a ruckus, creating bit too much attention to her liking. Looking at the gazes on the surrounding tables she calmed down a little, relaxing her body just enough to get the other tables back to their own things. "Tarnoa? Did you hold the map upside down or something when you came up with that?" she hissed. Tarnoa was along the east coast of the land... Averecia was on the west.
"You'll find any informant that says otherwise, you'll come and get refunds lass, but until then..." the man said half innocently, though Stephanie saw that he was just enjoying the fact such information had made such a fortune to him. Stephanie stood up, not even saying a word, glancing at the informant one last time before firmly stepping outside from the pub. Getting back to the street, Stephanie took a deep breath, trying to calm down for a moment, before just kicking the outer wall of the pub in anger, in such a sturdy way it made the inn sign drop to the ground. "Goddamnit!" she just cursed, not even caring for the damage she had done.