Inside the sea wall there was a constant wind that pierced her ears with a ghostly howling. The wind ripped through her cloak until she entered the small door to Mickeys.
Inside the fire burned bright and people sat around their beers, some chatting, some alone in their thoughts. She headed straight for the bar. A young man stood there washing a glass, then laying it in front of her,
“What will it be, miss?”
She looked at the glass then raised her eyes to meet his, a lone piece of her purple hair falling from beneath the cloak, slightly covering one eye.
“No drink for me, but some information if you can.” She slid a gold coin his way as she spoke, the barkeep quickly accepting.
“What do you fancy?”
She grabbed a datapad from her pocket and flashed the picture. He stiffened at that and thought for a minute.
“I know where you can locate it. It is a trek though.”
Another gold coin. This one he didn’t take as quick. Then he poured her a shot of whiskey, and ventured away from the bar to a back room. She took the shot, then kept her eyes on the door he had excited, half expecting some local militia to come barging through. But instead he returned a few minutes later with a rolled map in his hands.
“What you’re looking for can be found in here. You’ll need supplies though, I know a guy.”
She looked at the map, lifted her cloak a little more, giving a slight smile.
“Of course you do”.