Dylan
*Before The Ghost would enter the tavern he would change his attire on the back end of its roof tops so no one would see him. He then dropped down in his "Public" Attire, and seemingly walked out a corner into the masses of sheep. He would walk inside the Inn and provide the barkeep with a several gold coins to stay a few nights before heading up to his assigned room.*
Brent
*The morning after the attack, Makimi and her family spread out across the city, searching for the person who had tried to kill them last night. Makimi, being a noble, turned heads the moment she stepped up to the bar. What was a woman like her doing in a place like this? One by one, she showed each person the knife, asking if they knew anything about where it came from, but nobody had any answers.*
Dylan
*The Ghost would be at the bar gathering information. A smile crept across his face when he heard her voice. Not only were her instincts good, but was tenacious. This would be fun, for now he would let his gifts work for him. If this one had aura reading, all she can get from him is a normal reading and level by his "Ghost" Ability. She may have instincts, but he was good at what he does. He would blend in with the sheep around him perfectly.*
Brent
*Having spoken to everyone except him, she sighed heavily and took a seat not too far away, her face in her hands.*

`"Day one in this dimension and I am already the target of an assassin..."`

*She muttered to herself.*
Dylan
*The hooded stranger would not bring attention to himself and casually drink an ale that the barkeep presented to him.*
Brent
*Looking up, she realized that she hadn't spoken to the person in black. Oddly, she didn't notice him until now.*

`"Excuse me? Do you know of any dangerous people who live in this city?"`
Dylan
*The Ghost did not dare to say he had only just arrived. That would make him the prime suspect, his ability was good. But the wrong word would bring about suspicion and eventually his doom. So, he would rely on his "Charisma" To do the work for him. He would glance at the lady as if he didn't seem to realize she was talking to him before, looking back at her engaging in full conversation.*

"Oh hello there! I'm afraid not, I'm just here for the drinks! I would ask the guards of this city or the royals if you're not from around here, they would know the crime rates."
Brent
*She smiled a bit at this, believing that she had found a friendly face in the midst of drunken fools. She held up the knife.*

`"Last night, someone threw this at my grandfather, nearly killed him. I am not looking for revenge, though. I just want to do whatever it takes to protect my family, even if it means dying to keep them safe. Would you not do the same for yours?"`
Dylan
*In reality the Ghost had killed his own family as they were an abusive bunch, but kept up the act.* "Absolutely! But the only thing is, these things happen all the time. Usually from mercs or hired assassins who want to make some coin. And if I had to guess miss, you're royalty with the way you dress. Royalty always has a target painted on their backs. It's only a matter of time before, someone hires another to do their duty work. Generally someone with high renown to get rid of the competition."
Brent
*She shook her head. She was afraid he would say that, but it was the sad truth.*

`"I will try to look on the bright side. Maybe I will get another knife as beautiful as this one!"`

*An odd thing to say, to be sure, but the Bazin family was known for fighting with blades, so Makimi had grown up looking for the prettiest knives. So far, this one was one of her favorites.*
Dylan
*The Ghost almost spit out his drink.* "Excuse me miss? What are you saying?"
Brent
*She sat down beside the stranger to show him the knife, her delicate gloved fingers tracing the patterns on the hilt.* 

`"This was the knife the assassin left behind last night. I think it is very beautiful to look at. Pretty on the outside, but dangerous when in skilled hands..."`
Dylan
"But miss, didn't you say this person almost killed someone close to you?"
Brent
`"They did, but there is no point in being angry with them. We all have extensive self-defense training. If I ever see this person again, I will make sure that he understands not to mess with my family ever again. Bloodshed is unnecessary, though, since nobody was harmed yet."`
Dylan
*The stranger sighs.* "You had me worried there miss, I almost mistook that as admiration for this person."
Brent
`"Hardly. Besides, I can admire his taste in knives without approving of his life choices."`
Dylan
"I suppose that's fair miss." *The stranger laughed and continued to drink.*
Brent
*She smiled and got up from her chair, taking the assassin's knife with her.* 

`"I quite enjoyed talking to you, sir. Hopefully we see each other again soon"`

*With a small, polite bow, she left the bar, still wondering about how she could best protect her loved ones from harm's way.*
Dylan
*The stranger nodded.* "Have a good day miss!" *He watched her leave before getting up and heading to his quarters and sighed out of relief.* "That woman, is scary and that's coming from me." *He thought.*