The foxes left the inn in good cheer. The locals had fed them many warm and tasty treats and the good company and drinks had warmed them, and now they hitched their collars up and walked face first into the last rain coming from the North. "So, they have paid us to rid them of a highwayman while travelling North?" The knight enquired, swinging his ax onto his shoulder. "It would appear so," the ranger vixen chuckled under her breath, "cash in advance too,". "What's the description of this miscrent?" the heavily armoured knight enquired. "Red coat, purple waistcoat, tall, fox, in a French-cocked hat," the rogue retorted, flipping his shield onto his back. "Bit of a dandy, even wears white makeup in a stripe across his nose" The heavily scarred mage looked at the agent, and then there was a quiet 'OOF!' as she elbowed her in the ribs, "Did they not notice our garb as we dined?...