I'll leave the Inn; that witch rumor was interesting.

"Well, thanks Nadia." I said, turning on my heel. "I only got one more question."

"What'd you need?"

"Is there a bounty on this witch?" I asked, looking over my shoulder. She seemed somewhere between surprised and resigned.

"Of course." I wasn't sure if that was referring to the bounty, or the young man before her who was looking for it. It was something of a story stereotype, I had to admit; From her perspective I was a thrill-seeking child who'd ran from his village to make a name for himself. It was a better assumption than me being demonspawn, so I didn't correct her.

"It is a contract? Or is it free-range?" I asked, summoning up old memories. My father had done a lot of trade with adventurers and bounty hunters, and they'd talked a lot of shop with him.

"It's a free-range bounty, I mean anyone can go for it." She looked concerned for a moment, eyeing my dagger. "You look a little underequipped there, kid."

"It isn't the size of a knife, madam." I said, raising an eyebrow. I had to get away from her; my hunger seemed to increase more the longer I spent near her statuesque body. "It's how you use it."

And then I left her inn, appreciating the small chuckle that trailed out after me.

But, seriously, how the fuck would I make this happen?