Perfumes and Pistols Pt. 1
RP continued from here.
A hand rose to cover his brow, wiping down the entirety of his face as he looked form the paper, to Addelaide's features. With a heavily furrowed brow and a sigh that touched somewhere between curiosity and annoyance the Hunter persisted.
"Miss, I'm havin' no clue what yer on about. Tattoo? New start? Most I know'a'Miss Liddia is she was runnin' a perfume shop in Stormwind, run inta her a few days past'n'she was closin' up shop'n'movin' south with her father. Didn't seem too keen on the movin' bit, didn't rightly say a word 'bout her father. That who this is?"
One hand flicked the paper he held, striking the face of printed in ink.
"This bounty for her father, or not father, or whateverthehell we're callin' him? I'm a simple man, miss Addelaide. Be needin' simple explanation, not some roundabout gobbledyshit with ghosts'n'tales. What's he done, where's she at, and where am I supposed t'find th'bloke?"
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