However, the employer's family was always reluctant to disclose information, insisting that they must find that powerful assassin first and convince him to help.
By the way, the employer's family hadn't spent a penny; it was all voluntarily financed by the Undead. But when they thought about the reward they would get after the mission was complete, the Undead felt that paying out of pocket wasn't so bad.
That reward was a very special prop, looking like the precursor to a side quest. No Undead could refuse a side quest that was exclusive to them.
The good news was that the figure of the other party had appeared in this small border town.
There was no sound in the tavern, no visible jesters laughing, nor bards strumming their lutes. Everyone lowered their heads and spoke carefully; the place was full, so their whispered conversations buzzed like flies.