Asura's navy blue coat ruffled with the wind as she sauntered forward, her eyes slightly scrunched as she skimmed the city for the destination she had come here for. Placing her hand into her coat pocket, she stopped and took out a crumpled piece of paper with the word 'Batra' being the most prominent one. She looked up again wondering where she would find this man. It was after all, the first time she was in Crocus.
Deciding to take a leap for it, she paused a woman on the street and asked her whether she could tell her why Batra the bartender may be. The lady's face immediately lit up, clearly more than overjoyed at the mention of the man making Asura wonder just how far Batra's influence really was. She thanked the lady in a low voice, with her face still in the same monotonous expression it always adopts and walked towards the area she was pointed towards.
Asura stepped foot in front of a rather, large inn. She looked back onto the piece of paper, took a deep breath and walked inside. Immediately, she noticed that the inn was rather empty at this time of the day, which was the middle of the afternoon. The lesser people there are, the better for her. Her eyes immediately located a bald man who stood behind the counter, humming to himself and cleaning a few wine glasses.
"Um, excuse me?" She beckoned his attention as she walked towards the bar counter and he looked up, his expression displaying nothing but mere curiosity.
Asura slid the paper towards him. "Good afternoon, my name is Asura. I'm a Rune Knight and I'm here for this job. You sent out a request to find a con artist, am I right? I've come to assist you in whatever way I possibly can." All the while she spoke, Asura held a blank look on her face making Batra wonder whether she was really here for the job or not.
"Uh, oh, yeah." Batra stammered lightly, leaving his stupor. "Come, come, sit." He beckoned her to sit down and offered a drink which she kindly declined. Batra's expression took on a slightly more serious tone as he looked at her and began explaining, "You see, I tend to take requests sometimes from members who come to this inn frequently. These requests involve stuff in which they need help with and I want to help in whatever way I can. One of my customers recently sent a request of this conman going around town and stealing money from people. If I'm right, his name is Kyle and he normally tends to hang out near that alley down the block. No one wants to mess with him because we don’t know how dangerous he could be. What I want you to do is to get the money back and arrest him. This town has had enough of blokes like him coming around and scamming money as if they own the goddamn place." Batra tsked and an expression of irritation framed his face.
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