I could tell by how she walked into the bar that she was another newly arrived quester looking for someone. She stomped up to the bar and at least had thr smarts to wait until I finished pouring a drink before she spoke.
"I hear you're good at finding people."
"Oh, well, I just have a memory for faces, sometimes."
"I'm looking for a bad man, dark hair, giant scar on his face."
I politely waited for more information. When none was forthcoming I sighed.
"That describes eight men in here tonight!"
She looked around then lunged at Gary. Gary!
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