It was too easy, or he'd thought. But perhaps it wasn't as easy for the girl he'd been tracking was careful. It quickly became apparent that she'd done this before and was used to disappearing well into the crowds of the city. But there was one thing she most likely didn't account for. She was cocky and didn't hide her tracks well enough. They were benign to be sure and most people would scarcely notice them, but Tenran's sharp eyes refused to allow him to miss things as light as certain footprints in the dirt, mud, or the whisperings of certain people. Sometimes he didn't need to talk at all, and people were much more eager to talk when they were sure nobody was listening.
But the search had proved fruitfull when a certain innkeep became familiar with the coin he presented before him, saying only noblemen paid with gold like that, though the striking most likely couldn't have been any different than any other coin. But unlike common gold, this gold was pristine, fresh from the vaults and could only belong to somebody who'd massed enough wealth who didn't deal with coin that had been circulated more than a thousand times and then some. Tenran knew then he needed to find out more about the man who had been robbed right before him, the one the woman tried to pin the robbery on him with.
While there was much more nobility in town and finding individual names would be difficult, Tenran tracked the vendor that had been tending his booth that day with the man in question, and after a few round of drinks, he spilled everything he needed, including the location of his house in the heart of the city.
And if his hunch had been right. A certain someone who'd gone through all that trouble to rob such a wealthy man and waste it by spilling it in the streets might well be the kind of person to see what else they could get from him,...or from his neighbors. It was worth a shot, considering it was the only real shot he had.
When night finally fell, it seemed all that hard work would pay off when at last he saw her familiar shape moving through the darkness. She didn't quite head to the same lord's house that he'd thought, but one nearby served just as well. Tenran clung to the shadows as he followed her, feeling impulsive enough to want to shoot her in the dark, but that wouldn't do at all. No reason to have a dead body on the street, and not even before he got his boltgun back. So he trailed behind her, bounding between rooftops until she found herself in the gardens, idly biding her time, for what, he could care less.
More waiting, more stalking and Tenran had hidden himself in the brush of the gardens as he watched her familiar form scale the balcony... Was she writing something down!? Hm, so she was a spy of some sort, he deduced. Tenran furrowed his brow and kept watching. Soon he saw the falcon that had snatched his boltgun away and just as it was about to take flight over him, he pulled out his second pistol and honed his shot, patient, waiting until it was just right before pulling the trigger. Just as he aimed, the bolt snapped and whistled through the air, piercing the falcon's wing. It gave a short startled cry before spiraling to the ground, at which time Tenran scrambled for the bird, now wounded and completely at his mercy.
He was sure to wear his gloves then and held the bird by its talons as he dragged it back to his hiding place. But more likely than not, he'd gotten her attention by now. But that was all apart of the plan now was it.