(Cay)<br/><br/>Soft whisper came to his ears and his eyes shot around, trying to determine from where this odd whisper came from... but alas nothing caught his eyes. Magic... that is certainly something he did not want to underestimate at this point and that meant having to rethink his strategy for only his quick reflex saved him from terrible fate that would befall on him. At very least he confirmed something, you do not need silver tips to hunt witches... regular bolt should be enough to end her life and if he is truly desperate, he can always cut off her head. Yet she didn't sound old... her voice was oddly sweet, alluring.<br/><br/>He walked around the town, confident that she won't return to the store anymore... if she has any intelligence, she will anticipate him waiting there so the only logical course of action would be to be anywhere else but there. Good thinking but it didn't make his search any easier. Eventually, his long stride among the streets ended up in local inn. Three days of exertion have left him exhausted... even before he took this job. He looked around and found one free table at the very corner of it, a good place to have rest of tavern within eyesight. It wasn't so much for vision as much as he just wanted a moment of peace to regain some lost strength. Tender didn't took long to appear before him, elderly man with short white beard and clothes that reeked of ale.<br/><br/>"You're tha' fella from today eh?" Man asked Anton and received a quick but cold gaze from the hunter "Go' a few of those... uh... remedies for me wife from 'er. Didn't think I'd see the day she'd be killed li'e tha' ". Short pause ensued, man patiently waited for Anton's reaction but received nothing he would be content with.<br/>"Glad your wife is well." Anton replied "I ain't taking it kindly when someone tries to curse me. Suggest you do the same."<br/>"Aye, tha' migh' be wise. So wha' can I getcha?"<br/>"Beer." Reply came, short one. Anton's eyes kept looking around. It was slim chance he would find her here... but then again he wasn't going to look for her here in the first place. As rowdy as place was, it gave him a few short moments of rest, enough to wet his tongue and reduce the ever-growing exhaustion but he quickly realized that sleep might actually be preferable option. Still there was risk... if he does, she might slip away when he wasn't looking.<br/><br/>That night, Anton barely had any sleep... just a short nap to ease up the pain in feet. Town was still afraid, tension colored the air with the sour tone of yellow as he moved through the streets, keeping himself constantly in the dark. If she really is to escape, she will do it now when people are asleep... it was logical but then again she may not follow his logic to begin with... whatever the case is, chances are now at their absolute highest.<br/><br/>"Come out, come out..." He mused with low tone, barely audible "I know you are here..."