The city of Rin. If its for sale, you can probably find it here. Merchants from across the continent travel miles to sell their goods here. Mercenary guilds dot the city like a dalmatian's coat. If you're looking for someone a little shadier, there are plenty of pickpockets, con-men, and assassins willing to work for some coin, provided you know where to look. Yes, there is much to find here in Rin, but I'm here for something specific.<br/><br/>I've been hunting for months. Listening at every pub and tavern in this city. Watching people come and go. Waiting for at least one of them to slip up. It's been a year and a half since they took everything and finally it seems like I found my prey.<br/><br/>By the main market place, there's a tavern where they often lurk. The older ones are hard to find and even harder to catch. But lady luck has my side tonight. Two young men sit at a table outside, being served by an young female elf that obviously would rather serve just about anyone else. Both men were wearing iron studded leather armor, had worn looking iron swords attached to their belts, and seemed very drunk, even by merc standards. The insignia on their armbands were clear, a crow perched atop a skull. Their boastful words could be heard above the market clamor.<br/><br/><span style="color: #BF4040">"Keep'em com'in ya elf, if ya know what's good fur ya."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #0080BF">"Yeah, "</span>*hiccup*<span style="color: #0080BF">"we just got paid for dealin' with sum'a your kind. Add'n you to the pile wouldn't change much."</span><br/><br/>In a flash, I was between her and the men. My medallion had flipped to the black side. Before the men could comprehend what had just occured, I had drawn Shiro, my wakizashi, and held the blade against one of the men's neck.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FFFF00">"You two must not know that you're not supposed to talk to a lady like that."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #BF4040">"Who the hell ar-"</span><br/><br/>Before he could finish his question, my fist sung him a lullaby and he was out cold.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FFFF00">"I only need one to answer my questions."</span><br/><br/>Unfortunately the other man was already stumbling and pushing his way towards the market. For a man who should be close to knock-out drunk, he's surprisingly fast. I've come too far to let my prey escape now, time for the chase.<br/><br/>As I sheath Shiro, I pull a few spinnets from my pouch and toss them to the stunned, and some what terrified, waitress.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FFFF00">"Can't forget the tip."</span><br/><br/>And with that I was off.