It was early morning, dawns light barely a glow on the horizon. Jaques's attention focused on the early morning bustle of the docks below his perch at the Anchor Yard. He idly watches the fisherman, privateers, yellow jackets, and naval personnel all jostle and vie for space as the glow on the horizon starts to grow. The Duskwight looks down to the neatly folded and sealed letter in his lap. The one him and Vaughn had written together.
Breathing deeply the light sea breeze he glances behind himself, towards the Wench and the Mizzenmast. He lets the breath out in a sigh. Just walk in, leave the note, and walk out. Simple. Didn't have to go too near the Wench's counter. He'd done such a thing on several occasions. Yet the promise of sweet alcoholic oblivion seemed an especially loud siren's song this morning.
"Simple." He mutters aloud before rising and starting to head back the way he came. His eyes settle on the decorative displays of the latest festival. It seemed there was always a festival being celebrated. Then he notices it. One of the birds had been crafted to look like a small moogle on a tiered display. A thought struck him and he drops the pack from his shoulder.
After rummaging about inside it he pulls out a slightly battered notebook. He flips open to a blank page and starts to write in his hasty scrawl.
He rips out the page and lets the ink dry before folding it and placing it inside a small envelope. He glances about the empty yard to double check he wasn't being observed before he messes with the display. He lifts up the smallest tier that held the moogle-bird and places the letter Vaughn and he had written letter beneath the tier. Replaces and adjusts the top of the display to look roughly how it did before he'd messed with it. With a satisfied nod he heads in the direction of the inn and tavern.
Once at the tavern he gives a quick glance around, the place fairly quiet at such an early hour. The only patrons being a small knot of sailors having their 'morning bread'. He glances to the Wench's counter before walking to the Mizzenmast counter. "Leave this for Saachi." He relinquishes the short note to the attendant before turning to walk out.
He pauses. He did just get those cherries... Vaughn would probably like bourbon soaked cherries as a dessert. He wouldn't drink any... He moves to the tavern's counter. "Bottle of bourbon." He pays for the bottle and stuffs it into his pack before he quickly retreats from the tavern.
((If Saachi decides to try and discover the other letter from the note, she'd find it written on clean parchment and penned in a hand that was much neater and easier to read than the hasty scrawl of the note.))
Breathing deeply the light sea breeze he glances behind himself, towards the Wench and the Mizzenmast. He lets the breath out in a sigh. Just walk in, leave the note, and walk out. Simple. Didn't have to go too near the Wench's counter. He'd done such a thing on several occasions. Yet the promise of sweet alcoholic oblivion seemed an especially loud siren's song this morning.
"Simple." He mutters aloud before rising and starting to head back the way he came. His eyes settle on the decorative displays of the latest festival. It seemed there was always a festival being celebrated. Then he notices it. One of the birds had been crafted to look like a small moogle on a tiered display. A thought struck him and he drops the pack from his shoulder.
After rummaging about inside it he pulls out a slightly battered notebook. He flips open to a blank page and starts to write in his hasty scrawl.
He rips out the page and lets the ink dry before folding it and placing it inside a small envelope. He glances about the empty yard to double check he wasn't being observed before he messes with the display. He lifts up the smallest tier that held the moogle-bird and places the letter Vaughn and he had written letter beneath the tier. Replaces and adjusts the top of the display to look roughly how it did before he'd messed with it. With a satisfied nod he heads in the direction of the inn and tavern.
Once at the tavern he gives a quick glance around, the place fairly quiet at such an early hour. The only patrons being a small knot of sailors having their 'morning bread'. He glances to the Wench's counter before walking to the Mizzenmast counter. "Leave this for Saachi." He relinquishes the short note to the attendant before turning to walk out.
He pauses. He did just get those cherries... Vaughn would probably like bourbon soaked cherries as a dessert. He wouldn't drink any... He moves to the tavern's counter. "Bottle of bourbon." He pays for the bottle and stuffs it into his pack before he quickly retreats from the tavern.
((If Saachi decides to try and discover the other letter from the note, she'd find it written on clean parchment and penned in a hand that was much neater and easier to read than the hasty scrawl of the note.))
