John
*The man would wake up with a scream of pain as the sudden frost bolt hit him* "Wha-What the!"
Jessica
*Well, that was easy.*

*She drew her sword, pointing it at the man. With her free hand, she took out the pocketed note, and with a crisp flick of her risk, threw it down to the former bandit leader.*

"Recognize that? I know you do. Now answer me this: Who's handwriting is that? Personally, it's not really my problem, but I can imagine a few people whose it is."
John
*The bandit would look around before squinting at her with a questioned look on his face. To the note being held he just scoffed and turned his head looking away from her*