Make a compromise.

"Tell you what." She felt a chill in the air as you say those words.

"Give me a 100 coins now in advance while I don't know you find a way to get more for my payment, and when this bastard is dead, pay me the rest."

She didn't expect those words of yours, from hearing those words and how she react it seems the woman's first response is to offer her body, after all you're not a good person but the same time your not an asshole either. Assholes are the ones you kill for fun and discounts but only when you're in a good mood of course.

Grabbing the coins and putting them into a bag in your belt hidden by your cloak you put on a hood concealing an assassin in the crowd ready for the slayer to strike again.

Within your hand is the picture of the bastard she wants you to kill, this is not gonna be easy was the first thought but the life of crime never was, even all those years of **** never left your mind, the bullets fired into a skull making penetration and a bloody mess soon after flashed though the mind, it was vivid, horrifyingly vivid.

Shaking your head you entered another bar, this time it's different, while many bars, saloon do exist in do exist in this place and time very few caters people who do their businesses where witnesses will be killed on sight. A sign of be wary written in fresh blood was outside, entering you saw numerous criminals making deals and insults to one another, they all look at you with a glare and gaze wanting all sorts of depravity to be done upon you, some for profit, some for wanton ****.

Blade at the ready you ignored the looks and advanced to the bar table, seeing the bartender there cleaning up some glasses.

"If your here to kill me I assure you I have 7 gangs and 2 warlords on my tab you don't want to make them angry." He said, the confidence of the man stagger you while the people near him let out a short chuckle.

"Oh if I where sent to kill you gentleman you'll be dead and no one will be the wiser, but fortunately for you, your not the one who's going to have a very bad day... There's another sorry sack of meat that's going to be dead, so I'm here for business." You said earning a peeking eye as he focus his view at you.

"Booze, women or information all doesn't come cheap here but with the right amount of gold anything is possible."

Taking out a picture of your target you put it in the table, the bartender only huffs at your actions seemingly unimpressed.

"Name... Location... And any other information at this man." Hands underneath put 100 gold coins on the table, his neutral expression turned into a gleeful one eyeing the picture you put with some interest.

"Boy... Boy you have no idea who you're dealing with, that's Vortigern Houdbeg, also known as Vor the slaver, he's a **** baron, heads some **** enterprise ya see, have this big bandit gang on pay, loves boy and girls ya know, wants them young too, the tighter the better he keeps saying on parties... If I were you once ya kill the bastard better disappear in the face of the earth, the guy's rich though I suggest you back off or he'll you'll head as his next sex toy."

Taken aback from the information you felt a insidious chill in the air, this is certainly not what you expected. Looking at the picture again you put your finger in the head.

"Where?"

"The man keeps on moving, knows he made some people who wants him dead or worse, but he have 3 favourites spots though, the black market on the sea side far north for selling and buying, a town at the east people call it the crimson neck, for what your target made of it ya see, very gruesome heard that's where he gets his products, and lastly his vacation house on the south, heavily fortified, either you bring an army or you can be unseen indefinitely there's no way of getting in or out alive."

Those places circled on your mind, the seaside on north, a town on the east and his vacation house in the south. Places he could be in but all has each their own challenges to offer. Still it's something to look at and an area to stage where a person can be a past tensed.