Scraps turned to flynn, "Well how's that one look? I think this one's from that bartender but I can't be sure. It just gives a name."

Claire grumbled in agreement.
"And it doesn't help that the sun hasn't come out..." She peered over around Flynn to see what job he was looking at.
"So... which one are we gonna do?"

"Hmm..." The wolf scratched his chin in thought.
"Well, there's the town square, a bunch of shops are located around there. Might find your friend there... Or the inn. Its just down the road." Pointing in a general eastward direction. He paused
"But I have to ask, when you say friend." He raised an eyebrow and seemed to look disapprovingly at Samaki.
"Do you mean 'friend' friend, or... informant 'friend'?" Remus asked, nodding at the armor the fox was wearing.
"Oh, no... its not..."
"Cause we've been able to dodge joining in that...disagreement so far." He interrupted, narrowing his eyes.
"I'd like to keep it that way."
Clearly the armor had a negative connotation associated with it.

Scrawled in bad handwriting on the folded scrap of paper was a note which simply read.
"After you leave, wait outside for a few minutes. Shhh!"
"Somethin tha matter?" Scratch heard Rom ask. He was looking at her with a perplexed expression.

"Well did you ever take into consideration that someone might be living in that house. Your trespassing onto private property. I had every right to defend it." She seemed to be slowly backing up as she spoke.
"What are you anyways, some kind of house burglar? Are you working for anyone?"

Claire shrugged.  
"Haven't seen it since we got here.  I always thought it might still be night.  Or... Really cloudy?".

Rem grunted, nodding his head.
"Make sure it stays that way then.  No good comes from it.  
"And take that thing off.". Jabbing a finger at Samaki's suit.  
"Some people might get the wrong idea.".  
"But look, like I said.  If your trying to find a place with lots a people.  Try the inn or the town square."

Romulus nodded.  "Yea, I'll be around.".  He set the stack of papers he was reading on the table and rummaged through one of the drawers.  
"If yer lookin fer tha board.  The nearest one is back down tha road at the inn.  Should be right in front ah it."

The canine stopped, pausing for a moment.  
"So...  You're sure you're not working for anyone?". Her tone suddenly very calm.  

"I don't even know if we ever left that cave we were in," Flint said. "for all I know this town is underground." He looked around to see if he could find any indication of time.

But no matter how hard they looked. They couldn't find a way to tell time anywhere around them.
"Well... Isn't this whole thing.". Referring to their predicament. "Exactly how things, don't work. I mean, I don't know about you but. Waking up on a beach and having strange dreams(you two, not me), isn't really a common thing for me."

"You could take it to one of the vendors in the town square. I'm sure they'll have a price for it. If they're willing to take it."
A moment later a crowd slowly filtered into the bar. Rem huffed.
"Shoot, didn't even notice the time pass. Busiest hour of the day just started...But like I said. Check the inn or the square." He then proceed to address some customers.

"Oh, sweet. You got the message.". The voice of a certain raccoon sounded behind her. Donny strode up to her. A manila folder was under his arm. He looked excited, grinning, his ringed tail swaying back and forth.

"Okay. You've made yourself clear. You don't work for anyone. But..."
Even though the light was still dim, he could swear, there was a small smile on her face.
"Would you like to?"

"It's new to me, too," Flynn replied as he put his arm over Claire's shoulder. "But growing up on the streets of the Big Apple, you learn that sometimes you've gotta roll with the punches. I never expected my first owner to be caught by the cops, but I made the best of living on the streets."

Claire smirked and leaned into his arm.
"Well that may be all good for you guys.". She stuck out her tounge.
"But I never got a chance to get any street cred."

. The passerby he was able to catch the attention of was a friendly looking Doberman. He was carrying a small backpack on his back.
"The time? Lezzee.". The dog looked at something on his wrist. It looked like a bracelet with rocks strung on it. Some were glowing a light blue while the others were a dull granite-ish color.
"I'd say it's abouts... One.".

The raccoon nodded.
"Kinda-ish.". He handed her the folder
"You ever do a missing persons-case?"

I'm offering you an opportunity to join in something that matters, and make some coin along the way.".
The canine stepped forwards into the light. In the light Harrison could see that dog in more detail. A Siberian husky? Maybe. She had the curled tail. But her fur was the wrong color, a beautiful single tone of silky black. Her nose had some dried blood on it (probably from the blow Harrison gave her) and there was a light scar above her unusual orange eyes.
"I assure you, you will be doing the most honorable job in the Ridge.
So what do you say?". She held out an open hand, looking at him steadily.

"Alright thanks." Scraps turned back to the two cats, "In case you two love birds missed that it's only 1. I say we go back to the bar and help out what's-his-name."

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The bar was roaring with noise when they entered. The tables all looked full and the stools lined up against the bar table were all occupied. Remus, with his yellow safety hat on was hurrying from one end of the bar to another, pouring drinks and taking orders while a black cat was serving appetizers and drinks to those at the tables. And to complete the hectic scene a band was playing the back. A beagle on the mic, singing to some rock song the group couldn't identify.

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Donny shrugged.
"I didn't look in the file. But it was in the 'missing persons' stack so I figured." He shrugged again and craned his head so he could see too.
Inside the folder were a few papers and documents, along with a some photos.
Which would you like to examine?:
---Photos
---Case Report
---Missing Person's Bio

The husky held her hand out a few seconds more, before letting it rest to her side. She still had a light smile on her muzzle.
"So you do have some brains." She crossed her arms.
"Your job will be simple. You will carry messages to and from certain locations. Nothing dishonorable. Nothing illegal."

Scraps got as close to the bar as the crowd would allow and tried to get Remus's attention. "Hey! Hey Remus!"

Remus glanced at them quickly before returning to pouring someone a drink. He walked over to one of the bar taps situated behind the bar and began to fill a glass with a golden liquid.
"Hey guys, welcome back!" He yelled over the crowd. He was still able to maintain a friendly manner despite the overwhelming amount of customers.
"What can I get ya?"

Donny nodded. "Sure. Why not."
Pictures: There are three pictures. All looked like they were taken by some old fashion Polaroid camera.

The First was a picture of a Siberian Husky. A female with light gray fur, white fur covered her chest, stomach, neck and muzzle area. Her eyes were a deep blue. It was a tilted image of her. She was sitting at the bar table in the one of the stools, holding a tall glass filled with a blue liquid in one hand (almost as dark as her eyes), grinning and throwing a peace sign at the camera. In the background a familiar bar-tending wolf is handing a brown floppy eared dog a drink.

The Second was another picture of the Siberian Husky. This time she was wearing a yellow safety hat on her head. The dog was staring at a glowing wall of blue crystals, much like the one Scratch encountered earlier in the day. She had her arms crossed and was looking sternly at wall.

The Third was a picture of a demolished wooden, horse drawn caravan Remnants of the wooden carriage were scattered on the ground. Most pieces looked burnt or utterly destroyed. The whole scene looked like it took place in a large cave, nothing but rocks and the cave wall could be seen in the background.

Bio:
Name: Artemis Seul
Height: 4 3''
Gender: Female
Eyes: Dark Blue
Fur Pattern: Gray, white
Occupation: Painter
Last Recorded Housing: Cotopaxi, Metal structure across from police station
No recorded arrests or offenses

Case Report:
Case #241
Reporting Officer: Romulus Tiber
Date: 6/14/13 (Normal date form to make things simpler)
Incident: Missing Person/Possible Attempted Murder

Summary: At approximately 0900 14 June 2013 the North Gate guard reported hearing a loud noise resembling an explosion in the tunnels near the north entrance of the town during a guard shift. Nearest law enforcement officials responded and arrived at the scene. Reports and investigation indicate that the caravan's sole occupant was Artemis Seul, two horses drove the vehicle. The caravan was bound for the city of Roarkstien. Upon investigation it was confirmed that an explosion caused the destruction of the caravan. Artemis nor the horses were found when authorities appeared on the scene. Death possibly ruled out because of absence of body.

The canine's nodded.
"You will be paid after a job is completed. All information about the delivery will be stated prior the start of the delivery.
And one more thing. You will not disclose any information learned on the job. You will not open any package or message handed to you. And you will not make the drop off locations or the fact I am here, known to the public. Privacy and confidentiality is one of the things we like to uphold. In return, you will be repaid handsomely." She held out a hand.
"So, do we have a deal?"

Artemis Seul
Missing Light-Gray Husky
Last seen 2/14/13

Check:
- Donny
- North Gate
- Romulus
- Bartender
- Town
- ________
- __________
- _______
- _________
- Home
- Cave
- Wilderness

"Work," Flynn replied. "We found your message on the board."

"Oh cool.  You found the thing.  Wait one sec.". He gave the cup he was holding to a nearby customer and pulled out a drawer on the other side of the bar table.  
"Here.". He pulled out something and put it on the table.  Five silver coins.  
"Yeah, it's actually, pretty simple.". He scratched his chin.  
"There's a store east of town.  Ghyls. Should have a big wood sign in front of it.  It's where I get most of my supplies.  You have to pay for it with this and get back here as quick as you can cause...  I runnin low and...". He looked at a glowing bracelet of rocks on his wrist.
"Ten copper a cup hour just started...". He groaned and looked at the mob of happy goers.  
"Probably wasn't a good idea...  But look, three silver should be your change.  Thats the reward.  You just gotta get the merch and get back before I run out of drinks.".

Samaki followed him out and shook his head.
"Naw.". He took off the helmet.
"It's kinda clunky and it's too much of a hassle anyways. And I feel like I'll get lynched if I stay in this any longer.". He started taking off the armor.
"So, where do you wanna start looking first?"

The young raccoon shrugged again, taking a look at the picture.
"I mean, I've seen her around but, I don really know her. I personally haven't been here that long myself. But see her around the bar a lot when I pass by."

"Good. Glad we have an agreement.". She smiled a businesslike smile and withdrew her hand.
"I need to arrange some stuff but I should have your first job in an hour or two. So come back then. And please, knock on the door and announce who you are before walking in. Speaking of which.".
She tilted her head.
"I'don't think I got a name."