No, maybe the clerk knows something esle.

Monika grumbles that the two ways into the city either involve her getting sold into slavery or her groveling to a gangster who is after her ass. “So to the long game then.” She decides to take the slow plodding route of worming out any other useful information from this paper pushing official with her feminine charms. The red haired bounty hunter is quite skilled at manipulating men, though she finds the task most tedious.

After hours of small talk, mostly about the clerk, and a luncheon that at least had a decent fish chowder, Monika carefully picks the official's mind clean without him realizing the amount or extent of the classified information he has giving out. An attentive ear, warm smile and substantial cleavage, make for a devastating attack combination against any unsuspecting male. Though far from entertaining, Monika realizes the gullible stooge is actually a decent guy with a good heart and sharp mind. His devotion to duty almost reminds the bounty hunter of her ex-lover, the swordsman Garrison, though the clerk certainly doesn't have his combative skills, iron will or devastating good looks.

By mid afternoon Monika realizes she has gotten all that she can. Thanking the clerk for lunch and lying about an interesting conversation she gives him a teasing peck on the cheek and strides out of the tavern.