Thorn was grim, for he predicted the outcome of this was not going to be pretty. But despite the bleak outlook, he'd never been the one to shy away, especially when it came to getting a job done. After all, no job, no pay. So he left the warmth of the pub, out into the cold of the village. He didn't know where to start first, for she hadn't given him that much, but he knew any man in hiding would go to the place least likely where those would find him. The first place he could think to look was the hovel of criminals itself. So he began to walk south, towards Zantaric.
