Foxtrot finds a spot on the sofa and sits down, avoiding a loose spring popping up. "Well, let's narrow down my list." He looks up at the ceiling for a moment, "Thankfully it's not the guard, sorted out a royal bounty with them a while back. So it's probably either bounty hunters or mercenaries that a criminal gang hired because..." The unicorn chuckles, "I tend to irritate a lot of bad guys on my travels, seems to be a gift of mine."