The young girl ambled through the town with a hard, cold stare stuck on her face. She brushed back her red bangs as she strolled through the door of The Blue Mill Tavern. Several heads turned toward her as she entered, and a few people even got up and left. She had no doubt that they must have had a bounty on them. Most of the people in this town knew her.
She took a seat at the bar and the tender gave her a small glass of water. He nodded at her, indicating that the person she was waiting for was sitting on the other side of the room. She didn't need to get up. He came to her.
"Greetings, Van Flyheight," she said in a low tone.
"Hello," he replied. "The word is that you went to visit Raven."
She huffed a response, "What's your point?"
"I was just wondering where he was and what he was up to. I haven't seen him lately, and that worries me."
"Oh, sure. And that's all that the great Van Flyheight came to see little old me about, eh?"
He smirked, "Well, you catch on quick."
"What do you want to know, Guardian?"
"What are your dealings with Raven?"
"I believe that's my business. You're wasting my time."
His face twisted into a serious glare, "Come on. I want to know what's going on. Are you two planning something?"
"No, stupid. But, think about it…if I was planning something with that cold, heartless fool, would I tell you?"
"No, but I didn't think you were the type to do something like that anyway."
"You're right, I'm not. And I don't know anything else except where he was about thirty minutes ago. I pissed him off pretty badly anyway, so I know that he left. He's not where I left him, I don't know where he went, and I don't know anything else, so go find your information somewhere else."
"But you gave him something."
She jerked her head quickly and gave Van a dark glance. "Listen here, you," she warned, "What I gave Raven has nothing to do with any weapon or anything destructive of the like, so it's none of your damn business. You keep your nose out of that matter, and tell your buddy Irvine to quit following me around or I'll punch both your lights out!"
Van let out a strong sigh as he stood.
"Well, good day to you, too," he mumbled as he left the tavern.
The girl shook her head and rolled her eyes. He had no business meddling in her affairs. Neither did any of his buddies. They were all bad news as far as she was concerned. They were going to screw everything up. She just knew it.
