Go to the 'Full Flagon'

You get up on your horse, which is about as unresponsive to your urging as ever, but eventually you gallop back in the direction of the city. Evellyn, being a much better rider than you already entered town a little while ago through a different gate, while you take a more northernly gate closer to where this tavern is.

You pass through the busy streets, the crowds of townsfolk parting to let you pass by. It doesn't take long for you to locate the tavern you were looking for, recognizing the picture of an overflowing flagon painted on the sign that hangs from the outside the building. From the looks of it, judging by the general level of cleanliness and the appearance of the building, this is a tavern for a relatively high-end clientèle.

You tie your horse to a nearby post, and enter to find a warm, dimly lit interior. Most of the light is provided by the open entrance, and the light falling through the thick, decorated glass panes of slender windows, and candles and chandeliers make up the rest.

You peer around for a second, adjusting to the lighting, and then you spot her sitting at one of the tables, looking exactly as Evellyn's throwaway description. A red, fur-lined jacket catches your attention first, and then the cascading locks of dark hair framing a gorgeous seductive face, with bright red lips.

She's staring intently into a bowl of soup, not breaking her gaze.

You approach her, and she only notices you and looks up from the bowl when you take a seat opposite her at the table. "Vanessa, I presume?"

She looks you up and down for a moment, and then gives a bit of a polite smile. "Why yes, that would be me. And what about you?"

"I'm working for lady Evellyn, she sent me on ahead. We require you to scry the origins of an item for us."

"Evellyn? How lovely of her to think of me after all these years. I make no promises but I can probably help you out.." She takes a sip from her wineglass.

You lean forward a little, and lower your voice. "You're a sorceress. I have.. a power of my own. Evellyn tells me we have a lot in common." You give her a sly look, and you can see in her face she's picking up on your meaning. She grins, mischievously.

"Is that so? Mhmm, would I be correct to express my gratitude for the proliferation of naked women running about town yesterday?" You don't say anything, but smile, and shrug affirmatively.

A chuckle bursts from her lips. "In that case, from one professional to another, I think you're going to enjoy this." She pushes the bowl of soup forwards slightly, and you can now see a vision play out in the still surface of the liquid. Three armed women, who appear to be bandits of some sort, are talking to each other huddled in an alley to the side of the tavern. When you focus on the image, tuning out the background noises in the tavern, you can hear the last part of their conversation in your mind.

"I'm still not sure hitting a rich folks' tavern is a good plan. The town guard won't care if we nab from poor sods, but this? They'll be after us big time!" Says one of the women, a light-skinned girl with hair braided in a northern style, trying to make her case to who seems to be the leader of the trio, a woman with lovely long, dark hair, flowing down past her shoulders. The leader overrules her "you worry too much. These rich bastards won't know what hit 'em and we'll be carrying enough cash to last us years, and if we ever come back here noone'll remember our faces anyway." The third woman, a darker-skinned pretty of oriental origins, nods in agreement.

The trio go over it for a few more moments, until the braided woman gives in, and they prepare their weapons.