Michael
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Her ebony boots tapped against the stone floor of the street, her appearance in contrast to the plain crowd surrounding her in all directions. She was swift in her feet, her locks of green and yellow drifting from her movement as she moved to the side, avoiding a large burly man.

Feuryfaye's chartreuse eyes glanced off each building bordering the streets, in her right hand gripping the crumpled notes. There, she noticed the hanging sign from a wooden post; confirming that this street is indeed:

[ Cod Height Street ]

..Quite a strange name.```*


*"This one's for rescuing the kidnapped daughter. The one who put out this bounty is Sir Johnson Gillemon, living in a large house - two storey with red brickwork, on the Cod Height Street..."*


*```..Large house.

..Red brickwork.

..Two stories high.

With her eyes squinted, she nodded to herself; sure that this is the correct location. The design fits the description the chef had listed. Pocketing the notes inside her dress, Feuryfaye let out a sigh as she adjusted the position of her bow. 

Ambling her way towards the door, she gripped the lever then pulling it back- only to knock it against it two times before letting go. She crossed her arms over her chest, straightening her posture as to look professional, her feet shuffling together.

There, she waited patiently.```*
David
The Cod Height were clearly full of affluent and well to do people. The wide street were well drained with sewer line on both side, and well-made cobblestone pavement. The buildings here, despite their old age, were all well maintained, with many of them having their own distinct style.

The house in front of her looked quite ordinary amongst the building here, if not somewhat desolate, due to how plain its red brickwork was compared to the other lavishly decorated building. A large double wooden door, covered by a marble arch and a three-step stairway, stood in front of her between the building's interior and herself.

The door creaked open in front of her, and an old, clean-shaven Macen man, with white, dense, bald hair covering his head, dressed in a brown waistcoat, white shirt and brown pants, answered the door.

He opened his mouth, his voice cracking as he did so.

"Hello, what are you here for?"
Michael
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She scanned the old man up and down before focusing her green eyes at the old Macen's face, brushing a lock of green behind her ear. 

The man looked nothing like she had imagined him to be. Though from the looks of his home, he seemed to be a citizen with a moderate amount of coin in his pockets— less he considers that look than most nobles decide to present themselves.

"You are in need of looking for-"

She dug a hand through hew pockets once more, grabbing hold of the crumpled note; unfolding the object to present it at the old Macen.

"-your daughter, correct?"

Tilting her head to the side, she awaited a confirmation from the Macen. From the crack of his voice, it seemed he is the contractor.```*
David
The old man glanced at the note she took out. Then he interjected.

"My daughter." He spoke at the same time as the elf in front of her.

"You are an adventurer right? Who referred you?"
Michael
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Blinking, she took the note away afterwards. Clearing her throat, she replied.

"A chef offered me it."

Feuryfaye has seemingly forgot the Okamimi's name, and thus she simply referred to him as 'Chef' due to his apron.```*
David
"Oh, a chef, there's a few in the city.." 

The old man leaned on the frame of the door, extending a hand toward the handrail on the stairway to support himself, and then scratched his head.

"...No matter, I am willing to pay eight gold for the safe retrieval of my daughter. A group of villain kidnapped her when she was shopping in the market, and sent me a ransom note. They want me to deliver sixty gold of ransom to them at the market tomorrow." 

He gulped and then continued.

"I'll deliver the ransom, and then you follow to make sure they make good on their deal... And then.."

The Macen placed his hand flat horizontal to his neck, and then drew it across, hoping that the adventurer will understand.
Michael
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Her ears tilted to the left. Eight gold to retrieve a soul. Feuryfaye nodded at the old man, taking another step back as the Macen laid a hand on the railing. 

Crossing her arms over her chest, she took in the details of the job, her eyes fixated on his flesh-wrinkled face. Kidnapping is a common job, the Wood Elf not having much tasks involving such. When the old man declared that it is to be held inside the market, she quirked a brow.

She held the questions for later.

- 

She understood the man's gesture very clearly, a small frown appearing on her soft fair-skinned face a split second before an impassive line replaced it. Cocking her head to the side, she opened her mouth to make the man clarify.

"I assume it will be held in the alleys of the market?"````*
David
The old man noticed the frown on her face, and decided to change his plan a little bit.

The old man nodded tiredly,"Yes. And if they can be captured alive, it would be better. I just would like my ransom back."
Michael
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Feuryfaye much prefers the non-lethal option of course, though there's no guarantee that all of them would walk alive. What only comforted her is the old man voicing it.

"..Alright, just tell me what time of day it would be held."```*
David
"Tommorow afternoon half pass two, she is supposed to be handed back to me afterward at a house in one of the slum district. I don't trust them." 

The old man pursed his lips briefly.

"I'd like you to follow me without showing yourself, and be ready to intervene if they do anything funny."
Michael
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Her ears leaned back as she nodded her head. 

"I'll make sure you'll leave unscathed- and with your daughter."

She hopes so.

 Turning her body, she nodded once more at the old man; ready to depart from the scene. She'll be in the market exactly what the old man said. 

She stepped down from the stairs of the building, giving the Macen a wave before walking off.```*