(I'm not sure I understand this my self...but...what the hell...)

A tall and rather muscular man entered the inn. He looked around for the supposed 'Lin Bay', seeing no one who appeared to fit the description he had been given. This man, of course, was a proffessional assasin hired by some lord to bring his stolen jewelry back. He had never liked lords or royal courts. A bunch of snobs. But make no mistake, he was respected among them regardless of what money or power they might possess. This respect was not given...it was earned. Earned when a lord decided to refuse pay for a bounty he had put out. The man had four soldiers gaurding his family, and so thought he was safe. Then RJ (the assassin...MWAHAHA) brought the heads of those four soldiers to the man in his study, along with that of his wife. The next thing he did was bring the man's three daughters into the room to join them. The 'mighty lord' was powerless to do any thing but watch as his thirteen year old daughter, along with her two eight year old twin sisters, where raped, beaten, and tortured. RJ agreed to the release of the girls in exchange for three times the origional bounty. The lord paid...and died. At RJ's hands of course. After RJ had enjoyed the daughters and the man's three maids for a few days later he killed them all and gathered what he could by ransacking the house and burned it to the ground, ensuring no kin would benifit from it's treasures. Needless to say he was never stiffed again. He sighed and glanced around the tavern. Suddenly he spotted a young woman with a tan and toned body. Based on her attire (a traveling cloak and relatively comfortable pants covered with pockets) it wouldn't shock him that this woman was a theif. He was, however, taken back a bit when he saw the beautiful necklace that hung from her neck. RJ took the paper from his pocket and glanced down at the sketch that was made of the necklace. How ironic...this bitch is the theif. He could do what ever he wanted to her. Not that he would allow any kind of refusal any way. This time, however, the town watch would be on his side. That in it self was a home run with bases loaded. He grinned and pocketed the picture, keeping his hand in his pocket and his fingers looped around the handle of a dagger. He approached the woman cassually, with a gentle smile on his face. No one would expect him the murderous fiend he truelly was. He liked it that way.

"Excuse me miss...I couldn't help but notice your jewels...they're stunning! Surely a woman as fair as you belongs to great nobility. I'm sure you make your parrents and some nice gentleman happy people."

He smiled warmly.