The journey back to the city was pleasant and short. Serving a new purpose felt like washing the dust of previous tasks off his shoulders and advancing towards the new task at hand with courage, effort and willpower. Finding Karl may end up being a difficult task. The husband tends to always be blamed for the miseries of his spouse and in this case, it was a murder case. Even the innocent in such situations would self-exile in these times and age, in fear to be tried by the tribunal and end up climbing the scaffold; meeting the executioner's guillotine blade.<br/><br/>In some cases when the innocent is truly innocent, they would plunge into deep mourning. They would take time off, but running away was a different story.<br/><br/>Ashmedei's eyes shifted between Sara and Nyla and then fixated them on the tavern. The place itself was usually frequented by drunkards and prostitutes along with bounty hunters, looking to make some gold off dead bodies. The tavern itself was not deemed to be worthy of the upper class citizens of East Saxia, or to any other honorable man or woman.<br/><br/><span style="color: #80BF80"><span style="font-style: italic">"Shall we begin here?" </span></span><br/><br/>The Nephilim suggested, eyeing a massively tall, broad shouldered man as he stepped out of the Tavern, turning around the corner to take a piss. Ash lowered his eyes and looked at his companions. His face was concealed behind a half-face black cloth mask. He wore the hood of his cloak over his head, and unless he was demanded to reveal his face and head, he did not plan to once inside the tavern, let alone give his name. It was a trashy tavern after-all, for the poor and vagabonds. Formalities were absent in such dark places.<br/><br/>______________________<br/><br/>Sara followed just a few paces behind Ashmedei, ears twitching as sounds caught her attention and she moved them to focus on it. The smells all mixed into place and her arm itched where she had tied her sigil too. The leather strap and pouch rubbed against her skin and she had to resist the urge to shred it off. She doubted Craw would like replacing it when it was only their first case.<br/><br/>Finding Karl shouldn't prove too difficult. Provided he hadn't already gotten out of the city. Studying the tavern, she took a whiff as the door swung open and hunched her shoulders down. the smell of spoiled beer, yeast, sweaty bodys, sexual arousal, old blood and wood all made for a nauseating combination.<br/><br/><span style="color: #8000ff">"If we have too. I do not have a smell on Karl so it may prove difficult to tell if he was actually here here. Then again, given all the mixture of smells in there, it would not have done any good anyway. Least I can tell if any informants we find are lying which should help us immensely. Are we going to use a story as to why we are looking for Karl or simply just the truth?"</span><br/><br/>She looked between her two companions before giving in and went to gnawing at the skin just above her arm to stop the itch. Her eyes moved to watch the door as she gnawed and waited to see who else might come out. Maybe they would get lucky and their guy would be the next one out. Though she really did not hold out any hope for that outcome.<br/><br/>______________________<br/><br/>Nyla could see the others eyeing the tavern. Although, she hadn't been into this particular tavern, she had been in a few like it. They were pits of filth and full vile men. Nyla didn't want to admit it, but if she hadn't joined the Universus she would have probably ended up working in a Tavern just like this one, after she was too old to stay at the orphanage.<br/><br/>Nyla looked at her companions. She could tell that her new partners were hesitant and she couldn't blame them. However, even though they looked reluctant, they also looked confident. Nyla was sure that she looked like a scared little girl. Frustration hit her hard. She didn't want to be the one to get into her partners' way. She had to pushed down her fear and be brave. Nyla clutched her fists. She had to be strong or at least look strong. She also knew that she was young and inexperienced, but she wanted to make a good impression on her first mission.<br/><br/>Nyla took a deep breath then walked up to the door to the tavern threw it open and strode in. The smell hit her first. It was definitely stronger inside of the building then outside. It smelled like a mix of piss, vomit and something that Nyla did not want to describe. Next was the sound. Everyone seemed to shouting, trying to be heard. Nyla wanted to hold her hands over her sensitive ears, but she knew that that would bring attention to herself. She had to look natural, like she belonged there.