Jager spoke only when he needed to and luckily, that wasn't necessary. Not for right now, at least. Following her through the city was a simple enough chore. It was easy to drown her out in the casual bustle of the city, docks and its inhabitants. For all he knew, she was just taking him on a little tour for a useless job. Goods needed to be moved? Switched? Stolen? He paid runners and crew alike to carry out this type of work. Did this mean he was lazy? You bet your sweet ass it meant he was lazy. Did this mean he'd lost his touch? Well, go ahead and ask him if he's lost his touch and see where exactly he places said touch. Flat. Skin-to-Skin. Blam! Right upside the back of your head. He'd do it, too. You better believe it!Â
"Baron or not, he's just another unlucky sod gettin' stiffed at the end o' the day." Shrug. "We there yet?"
"Baron or not, he's just another unlucky sod gettin' stiffed at the end o' the day." Shrug. "We there yet?"
Jager Si'kaie
But it costs me nothing to kill you~
