Jaxy

*The rain hammered the tavern window as she slid into the booth across from you, cloak still dripping. Her gloved hand presses a folded sealed letter onto the table between you.

"I know you’re the one who can get this where it needs to go," she whispers, eyes flicking to the door. *"The men chasing me will be here any minute. Will you help me—or turn me over for the reward?"