Eyes on the Prize // Red + Alvin
Alvin stands there, staring at the piece of paper. He has recently gotten a pigeon, and said pigeon always meant one of two things: Mother or work. Unfortunately for him, it was the latter.
But he is so... Confused. Scratching at his head, he checks the leg of his carrier bird before he writes a quick note that he accepts the mission before sending it off.
"Brother, could they be any less specific about the description? 'Find a red haired girl with blue eyes wielding a giant sword...' They probably would have done a better job sending me stick figure drawings." The mercenary continues to think to himself as he wanders the town he's not really used to. "Oh well, whatever gets me paid I guess. But where to start...?"
Bars were always good... Good place for gaining info and the liquid courage to continue with the job. But while searching for said bar someone just barely glances past him. Someone...
Someone with red hair and blue eyes and wielding a giant sword. The mercenary very well freezes dead in his tracks, wondering if his faint anxiety from not knowing where he was causing him to spot things that weren't there. Slowly turning around, his eyes spot the girl again and he shrugs.
"Hum... I suppose it'd be hard not to spot the giant sword. Probably should have realized that sooner." He whispers to himself. "Whatever... Time to get this over with."
He decides to start by simply tailing her, using the crowd to his advantage as he follows a few feet behind her.