Foster strolled up to the bounty board, his worn boots making soft echoes on the cobblestone street. The pipe dangling lazily from his lips, a tendril of smoke curling up into the air, he took a moment to scan the various posters plastered on the weathered wood. His eyes narrowed, stopping at the warrant for Milo Frost.
A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he read the details. "Well, well, what do we have here?" He chuckled to himself, flicking a few ashes from his pipe. "A noble, huh? A bounty on a noble's head... Now this is a job worth getting out of bed for." His fingers brushed the parchment as he tore it from the board, the grin never leaving his face.
With a flourish, he tucked the details into his coat, eyes already gleaming with mischief. "Time to track down this Frost fellow. Let’s see what kind of trouble a noble can stir up in the right hands."