The breath of the man in her face was horrid. It was the smell of a commoner, and it made her want to hurl her dinner. It was a mixture ale and bad hygene. Skye turned her head away, trying to keep her food down. "Hey, wench. I asked you a question. Where you get the necklace?" He growled. Skye reached up and touched the jewlery. It was the royal symbol, two crescent moons surrounding an R. It was the la s t thing her father gave her before he died. Even though they didn't always see eye to eye, she missed him. She usually had it in her shirt, but it fell out when she bent to clean up a mess she made.  This man had seen it and had yelled at her, claiming only those in the royal court owned jewlery like that. The whole pub was now watching them.<br/><br/>Skye had to come up with something...fast. "I.... stole it off a royal trade caravan." She stuttered. The man laughed and backed up slightly. "Yeah right. The only one dumb enough to rob a royal caravan is Ophilia." Skye whipped her head around towards him, ignoring the stench. "Ophilia? The renowned thief?" She said a little too eagerly. The man narrowed his eyes at her, but before he could say anything, two burly men surrounded him and began to drag him out. "C'mon Burke, enough enough." They said. As Burke was drug out, he began to shout profanities, to the amusement of the pub. They eventually went back to their own buisness. All except an old hag, who approached Skye. Skye had sat down, deep in thought. "You want to find Ophilia?" The hag said. Skye whipped around and nodded. "You're in luck. She usually makes a stop here around this time of the week. You stay here, you'll find her." She said. Skye grinned. "Thank you!" She exclaimed.<br/><br/>As the hag walked away, Skye sat back with her drink. Finally, things were looking up. She would finalky be on her way to revenge. She smiled into her mug as she took a sip.