Talk to Mica about the missing mayor.

“I'm going to go talk to the interim mayor, Mica.” Ashley informed the group after they had eaten.

While Wicked helped Kyle to their room to get some rest, Ash left the tavern and headed for the large town hall. After dealing with his secretary, she was finally admitted to the mayor's office. The acting mayor was sitting behind a large desk, looking over some paper work. The man had short wild brown hair, and a trimmed beard.

Glancing up the man smiled, looking her over. “Mercenary?” He ventured, almost hopefully.

Ashley hesitated for a moment, before nodding. “Yes, sir.”

“What can I do for you?” He asked.

“I'm looking for work. The barkeep said some of your men went into the Webwood, and haven't come back yet. Maybe I can find them.” She replied, growing more confident.

“Ah, yes. Barton. Good man, no vision though. Lost I'm afraid. You're willing to go find his remains?” Mica asked.

“As long as it pays.” The half-elf nodded.

“In truth. He did a lot for our town. It's better this way though, the town will prosper under my leadership. But they deserve to know he's dead. You find him, make sure he's dead, report back, and I will reward you handsomely” The man smiled darkly.

The pretty redhead stared for a moment, and then nodded. “Has your town had any trouble with bandits?”

“Not really. Not with all these fucking spiders.” The man groaned in frustration.

“Well, Mayor Mica, if there isn't anything else.” She bowed, and turned walking away, her sexy hips swaying wonderfully.

Wandering the town, and talking to guards, and whatever people she could find, she began asking around about Dirt, Dr. White, and the bandits, trying to learn as much as she could. Finding herself in the blacksmith's shop, idly touching a dagger sheath, she smiled at the muscular bear of a man, who ran the shop.

“Do you know much about the bandits?” She asked, toying with the leather sheath.

“Not much, spiders keep them away.” The scarred man shrugged, watching her.

“How about a man named Dirt?” She asked, giving a rough description of the young man.

“Dirt, eh? Didn't get his name, but a boy like that wondered past a day or so ago. Kept on through though. Warned him about the spiders. Lucky if he lives long out there.” The big man shrugged.

“He better.” Ash mumbled, annoyed.

“You know. You seem to like that dagger sheath, why don't you keep it.” The big man smiled graciously.

Picking it up, the busty woman blushed a little. “Thank you, but I feel bad about taking it for free. I'll be sure to pay you back when I get some coin.” She promised.

The man nodded as she walked back into the desolate street, strapping the sheath to her belt. Suddenly she felt a tug of magic, the same that she felt when she summoned her pistol. This time however, it was an ebony hilted dagger, that appeared in her hand. The blade was long, shiny, and slightly curved. With a grin, Ash slipped it into it's sheath on her sexy hip, and walked back to the inn.

Heading up to there room, she slipped inside, and found Wicked rebandaging the man's wound. “How's he doing?” She asked.

“He'll be fine.” Wicked smiled.

“I'm going into the forest, to find the missing mayor.” Ash nodded.

Kyle tried to sit up, but Wicked pushed him down with ease. “Sweetie, it's far to dangerous to go alone.”