The skull gleamed, dully, from within the chest, as the lid finally slid shut. For the first time in a while, there'd been a nudge. A thought. She could've sworn she'd heard a rumour, somewhere - Hadn't she? - about a demon that had set itself up, nearby. Terrifying the local populace, summoning and enslaving minor demons, causing untold amounts of chaos and mayhem. Somewhere near the forest, she was quite certain. The forest, west of Wutai, which was south of the capital, Midgar. It was a bit of a journey from here, but it was a compelling one to make. The road was not hard; many trade routes covered the distance, and wealth often bought safety.<br/><br/>The compulsion was a bit odd, and unusually specific, but the thought of the wealth that awaited, both in the form of the coin and plunder it's likely hoarded, and the gratitude of the locals, which was a bit harder to measure. If she were wary, she might notice a slight warming in the air, as soon as the chest closed, but there could be any number of explanations for that.<br/><br/>The gold jingled, heavily, in her coin purse, but not as heavily as might have been liked; it'd been a few weeks since the last real contract, and the more minor things - Small theft, intimidation jobs - didn't pay nearly so well as blood money. Even with the lid closed, somewhere in the back of her mind, that skull lingered. Maybe someone down there would know what it was really worth.