Chantel closed the door behind her, weeping. She turned back and started walking again. Her lips curl up to a crooked grin. She swayed her hair, being proud of her performance.
Walking out of the inn in pride, she glanced around to see if someone was watching her. She snapped her fingers and retrieved a parchment out of thin air. She stared at it and scribbled a few lines.
'It's done. Remember the deal.'
She snapped once more, causing the parchment to catch fire and burn to ashes.
*****
"Where to find this man?" Evelyn asked, looking at the picture which Chantel had sent.
The man in the photograph had an unpleasant grin on his face. His eyes were green and his hair was light brown. There was a scar on his fair complexion. The scar appeared to be a cut mark from a sharp item.
Not getting enough sleep because of investigating Chantel, her eyes were itchy. She yawned and felt tired as they searched for the man, roaming around every street.
