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Jack stared up at the exposed wooden rafters of the small inn he was staying at for the night as he laid in bed, thinking about a strange letter that had been delivered to him the previous night. A new job request came in that letter. Jack's mind ran through the contents again as he scoffed at the stupidity of the council member. A man... Or a wolf? They can't even determining what is killing them. What useless fools. But money was money, and someone is definitely benefiting from the properties left behind from the recently deceased, could even be the council. He had seem similar cases in the more isolated towns in his travels. A figure of power would hire outlaws to target the richer occupants of the towns, while he spreads fear and confusion. During the resulting panic, he would line his pockets with the dead men's gold. Then he would hire some "professionals" to get rid of the outlaws and come out as the hero of the town.

Jack brushed away the arm draping across his chest and disentangled himself from the smooth leg hooked around his hip. A soft moan escaped from the plump body next to him as the woman sharing his bed felt the lose of his body heat. Jack silently dressed himself as he ran his eyes across the her naked body. He found he much prefered the company of whores as you always know what they were after; there were no lies nor pretenses. Jack placed a few gold coins down on the bedside table. He would not cheat her out of these few coins, besides, he found her services more than adequate.

A few moments later, Jack strided out of the inn, into the early morning streets and caught a coach leaving for the destination marked in the letter.