Vaughn nodded at Jaques's question, clinging to him as much as he was pressed against the wall. "Yes, love, of course," he whispered. He couldn't see what was going on at this point, no matter how much he tried. Attempting to not pay attention before was certainly not helping his current situation. A hand slipped under his open shirt, slipping past the cloth that kept his bandolier hidden, gripping the handle of one of his rose-engraved silver daggers. Of all the times to leave the bow at home... Bows were too clunky for city streets, however. Perhaps this was for the best.
As the lalafell joined him behind Jaques, he taps the tall Duskwight on the shoulder with his free hand. He knew the bearded man was poised to move. "Lead on. I'm right behind you."
As the lalafell joined him behind Jaques, he taps the tall Duskwight on the shoulder with his free hand. He knew the bearded man was poised to move. "Lead on. I'm right behind you."
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