Cassidy's horse wanders along the stone road with her instruction, sharp eyes moving along the scenery as she finally sees the cobblestone walls and tweed roofs of Vusheuya. Market stalls can be seen sprawled all around the town, and the bard's song reaches Cassidy's ears as her stallion trots past the gates and into the village. She resists the urge to turn up her nose at the various shops and stalls; such a village was asking for a raid, with all their best assets on display for any passer by to snatch up.

"Woah there, Björn, rustig aan,"

the elf soothes, pulling on the reigns and bringing the horse to a stop. A careful hand runs through the mammal's mane, and she clicks her tongue affectionately before carefully climbing down from the saddle. Adjusting her hat, Cassidy regards the townsfolk with narrowed eyes.

Pathetic.

One of the merchants approaches Cassidy with a warm smile, the word

"Welcome..."

almost tumbling from their lips before a look of recognition flashes across their face. The elf's piercing yellow gaze bore into the merchant, and they quickly averted their eyes, mumbling something unintelligible before scurrying back to their stall.

She walked down the bustling main street, her boots clicking against the cobblestones, her pink eyes sweeping over the various goods on display. Spices from distant lands, silks that shimmered in the sunlight, and trinkets that promised mystical properties - all of it lay out in the open, practically begging to be stolen. Cassidy's fingers itched, but she had a different purpose today.

Slowly, she made her way through the crowd, her presence parting the sea of people like a ship cutting through water. Whispers followed her, snippets of conversations filled with dread and awe.

"Is that...?"

"It can't be..."

"But the bounty..."

Cassidy ignored them, her mind focused on her goal. She approached a stall selling maps and navigational tools, the merchant there wisely refraining from acknowledging her notoriety.

"Looking for something specific, miss?"

the merchant asked, keeping his tone neutral.

Cassidy glanced at the array of maps, her sharp eyes picking out one that seemed more detailed than the others.

"I'm looking for someone. Goes by the name The Collector. Heard they might be around these parts."

The merchant's eyes flickered with a mix of curiosity and caution.

"The Collector, you say? They're the shopkeep down at that little store over there,"

he grunts, nodding his head in the direction of an old shop with a weathered sign that reads 'The Collection'.

Cassidy nodded, tossing a few coins on the counter before taking the map.

"Appreciate it."