Nightingale

You find yourself standing behind the stables near sunset. Your hair and red dress blow in the breeze as you wait for Nightingale. The men at the tavern said Nightingale worked by the stables.

"I wasn't expecting you," says a voice from the shadows.

You turn to see a woman clad in black leather appear. A black hood and mask covers her face.

"I'm looking for work," you say confidently. "You are Nightingale?"

"Yes. But you look more like a bar whore than a thief..."

"Appearances can be deceiving," you say.

"True, Isabel," she says knowingly, "Maybe I can find you some work..."