Her contact

"Where have you been?" Jenny seethed as the information broker approached her, with a frail, old man leaning on her for support. "I've been waiting for days!"

The broker was a dark elf, with long, silver hair, and an eyepatch covering one eye that did little to diminish her beauty. She was tall and statuesque, and turned more than a few heads in the room.

The man with her was human, with a great, big beard. He was bald and very old.

"It couldn't be helped," the drow said as she helped her companion sit down. "The old man is very hard to reach..."

"Or you're just bad at your job!" The fiery adventuress childishly snapped back. "I could have found him in half the time!"

The drow glowered at Jenny, looking as if she wanted to say something, but she swallowed her pride and sighed. She needed the money too much.

"You didn't tell me she was such a firecracker!" The old man giggled."If I was a few years younger..."

"You'd still be old enough to be my grandpa," Jenny teased, causing the old man to laugh harder.

"She's got spirit!" The man hooted. "Not like that last one you had me meet," he says as he turns to the drow.

"At least she - " the dark elf started to speak, only to get cut off.

"Now then," the old man says as he pulls an old, rolled up piece of parchment out from under his beard. "I've got one map left, and it's to the greatest treasure I could never get myself."

Jenny's eyes go wide as she leans in, eager to learn more.