The idea had been coalescing in the dark elf's mind for a while now.
A chance remark from the little squire had set her onto it; if the words he'd spoken were true, it could be the solution. It might've been a trap though, cleverly set by another. Perhaps that was why she did not immediately investigate it. Or perhaps it was her reluctance to involve herself any more than she already was with the Myrkentowners. Or perhaps... it could have been many things.
Whatever it had been, though, was no more. She was tired of waiting, impatient beyond measure - and her impatience tended to violence.
There was no violence in her as she entered the tavern though - no more than normal, at least. She was looking for one man in particular and she would find him. And he would do this task for her, one way or another, for she had been growing more and more certain that she could not do it herself.
The crazy man could, though.
Catch.