She listened to each of the tails that had been told, taking each with a grain or two of salt. Taking what information she knew might be useful for the journey she would be taking come morning: a missing man, how the game had become more scarce. Tails of green fires and naked witches did little for her. Though, she did make it know that she had heard tells of such a demon, and that she had plans to find the rumors true or not. Now asking for less information about rumors and more about the forest itself. Where they hunted, where the man had been last seen, paths -both old and new- any useful information at all that she could use.<br/><br/>Information that would be rewarded with tells of adventure from the city of Midgar, after all who did not like a tail of a necromancer being found dead and his army of undead being defeated before it reached the walls of the great capital. And other “lighter” topics of jobs she did -for the city- of course. They did not need to hear such stories of blood money.