His only goal now was to get the ruttin' hell out of the market without being caught. He'd gotten sloppy, too much drinking and not enough action on the field. That's what business partners did; they had a way of influencing one's person and crew. He wasn't hard to spot. Just look for the suspicious mi'qutoe with his hands in his pockets and his head ducked now. Like it did him any good, one of his braids had fallen loose and was bouncing back and forth. It was like a second tail, one screaming for the attention Z sought. His scent, yeah- that was strong. And if that wasn't enough to flat out paint a target over his head, the baggy clothes were. If she put even the slightest bit of effort in, she'd corner him soon enough; he still didn't know this city as well as she did. Probably never would.
Befor long he was slipping out of the market place and down some adjacent alley ways. The murmur of people started to hum away and the crashing sound of the ocean below started to take over. He'd have to meet up with an old contact- the one that had delivered Jager's letter to his crew with orders to fire upon the vessel containing the four bodies. He glances back and leans into the alley, he waits. Silence, footsteps- neither in his direction. This was good, he'd lost her. Only then did he break into a sprint down the last stretch of windy cobble stone road. This contact often hung out around a little stone nook overlooking the fisherman's wharf.Â
Befor long he was slipping out of the market place and down some adjacent alley ways. The murmur of people started to hum away and the crashing sound of the ocean below started to take over. He'd have to meet up with an old contact- the one that had delivered Jager's letter to his crew with orders to fire upon the vessel containing the four bodies. He glances back and leans into the alley, he waits. Silence, footsteps- neither in his direction. This was good, he'd lost her. Only then did he break into a sprint down the last stretch of windy cobble stone road. This contact often hung out around a little stone nook overlooking the fisherman's wharf.Â
Jager Si'kaie
But it costs me nothing to kill you~
