Solene sat in the corner of The Sterling Stag, staring out the window. She waited in shadow, hood obscuring her face. Although she was known by name to many of the denizens of the Stag she wanted to keep a low profile, away from prying eyes.
Her contact was late, and that was unlike him, but she had no reason to be overly concerned. She glanced around the Stag again. Everyone in the room was known to her, but for one man seated at the bar. A young man, clothes dusty from travel. He was engaged in conversation with the regulars around the bar and was well in his cups even this early in the day. He was becoming increasingly loud...
"the old bastard kept screaming... he wouldn't shut up," he burped. "So I gave him the back of my hand and sent him sprawling."
He guffawed loudly.
"Well the bastard was carrying a bag. He dropped it when he fell over... and guess what?"
He lolled about in his chair, looking drunkenly at his companions.
"Guess what?... It was full of bones... I said, 'you old bastard, who'd you murder for those?'... Well, he kept screaming and screaming. I drew back a foot to kick him, and the next thing I knew I was waking up on the side of the road. It was nighttime, and he was nowhere to be seen... I'd better not see him again, that's for sure... Filthy old bastard."
He paused thoughtfully, staring into his cup.
"He was headed this way too. Maybe I'll tell some of the boys to keep an eye out for him."
The blood had drained from Solene's face upon hearing the young man's words. Exiting the pub, she ducked down a side street. Swiftly she navigated a network of alleyways until she arrived outside a nondescript building with a wooden door. It was marked with a strange array of crosses. Knocking thrice, she stepped inside and found herself facing a large male figure. His face was disfigured with scars. "What?" he snapped.
"The Man of Bones... He's coming."