177 Elsa's Request

"How many people want you dead in this city?" I asked the baroness after we left the ballroom.

"Not too many," she replied. "The ones who do, however, won't stop until I'm deep underground." She didn't look pleased with how the evening ended. Although I managed to save her life, the assassin ran away.

We were sitting in a study of some sort. Bookshelves hung on the walls, filled with books on geography, politics, and history. A large mahogany desk was neatly placed in front of a balcony with glass doors. Elsa and I sat in armchairs near the desk. Servants placed a coffee table between us, with glasses of white wine on top.

"Does the name Bodrick ring any bells?" I asked.  

Upon hearing the name, Elsa let out a soft chuckle. "He's back in town I hear," she said, playing with her hair.