Trying to look everywhere else than the lower front part of his body, Wild noticed the man raising a slim pale eyebrow when she spoke of the escaped murderer. She knew that some people might see it as folly to go after a murderer alone, but she would not risk anyone else to be hurt in this hunt. In her past she had learned to protect herself, and though she wasn't physically strong she was fast and accurate with her bow and arrows. And above all: Her past as a Master thief and catburglar had learned her to move quietly around, never drawing attention to herself.
She nodded briefly when he asked if she had followed the murderer here. Or rather, his tracks, as the murders obviously had happened before she was assigned the mission.
"Yes, he should be either in this house or the neighbor house. As you know there are only twoooooo....."
Her deduction was cut short as the man grabbed her arm, and before she could stop him she was dragged into his bedroom. She was relieved however, that he did not take advantage of having a young woman in his bedroom, but merely wished to keep an eye on him while getting dressed. She turned her gaze politely away, not wishing to cause more embarrassment for him than she already had.
"I only know what my boss told me, Sir," she said, trying to break the ice. "He is called The Weasel. He has a Z-formed scar on his left cheek, and I was told it was a result of a duel with one of the city guards who tried to catch him after the first murder. I have been told that the women he killed were all young and beautiful, and he did unmentionable things to them too. That's why there is a ransom on his head. I was told to be extremely cautious, Sir."
She blushed when he asked if she was a ranger. She was still new to the job and had much yet to learn. "At least an apprentice to become a ranger, Sir," she confirmed. "This was to be my first test, and they will give me the job if I pass. I am still new. The rangers are working to keep the world safe and protect people from harm. That's why I am here. I want to catch the killer before more people get hurt."
She nodded when he asked if she could use a bow. "Most of my kind can use a bow, Sir," she said, referring to her pointy ears, revealing that she was an elf. "I have been taught the arts of archery every since I learned how to walk."
A brief smile washed over her face when he spoke of her sneaking skills, self irony and a dry sense of humor twinkling in her dark eyes. "You wouldn't believe it when you see me now, after catching me entering your house," she said. "But I once used to be a Master thief and a professional catburglar. I escaped my former Masters though, and now I try to start a new life as a ranger. Perhaps my boss thought of my past when he assigned me this mission. He thinks my former profession may come in handy when it comes to sneaking up on the Weasel to catch him."
She nodded briefly when he asked for her name. It was a reasonable demand after catching her sneaking into his home. At least she was not here to steal on someone's orders this time.
"My name is Wild, Sir, and I was born in the village of Mir."