Satisfied her presence had not been discovered, the Neko was able to turn her attention to the rumbling within her belly. This place appears to be a farm of a kind, food should be found around here somewhere.
In one fluid motion she leapt off the loft, aiming her jump for a spot beside the field plow and other farming equipment against the left wall. Her feet near-silently touched down on the straw covered floor, however the girdle she wore, with its pouches filled with coins, gave muffled jingles as its gold and silver contents shifted around.
At once the assassin's hand shot to one of the noisy pouches, clasping it tight to still the coins inside. Then she paused and listened. Outside she could hear at least two people talking while exerting themselves in some fashion. Their conversati
