No one, for hours? The woman's brows knitted as she examined the Sultansworn closely. Perhaps he was corrupted? Paid off to turn the other cheek? Yet the longer she looked at him, the more she suspected such wasn't the case. It appeared that he was telling the truth.
"... I see," she murmured, shaking her head. "Pardon my intrusion, then."
Turning, Meiko made to quit the Hustings Strip when something caught her attention from the corner of her eye. Redirecting her course once again, she pulled the throwing knife free from the railing and brought up the note to read.Â
As she had suspected, it was her mark.
She read the note several times, turning the words over and over in her mind. It was even more cryptic than the last, but it did ascertain one thing: Â this 'Flea' knew her identity, and would be actively watching her. This certainly put her at a disadvantage. Scowling, she folded the new note and stashed it away in a pocket, now turning her attention fully upon this knife.
Had he a purpose in leaving the knife with the note? Or was it simply for dramatic flare? The Flea hadn't pulled any stops when it came to the show thusfar, truly. But if it were a clue.. Her mind worked as she turned it over carefully in her hands, looking for any type of clue about its owner: Â the blade's newness and extent of use, type of material, any familiar craftsmans' style, or any particularly interesting embellishments.
Of course, it was probably just a boring ol' knife. Boo.
[ OOC:Â Want to make a check on the knife for clues before I proceed! cx ]
"... I see," she murmured, shaking her head. "Pardon my intrusion, then."
Turning, Meiko made to quit the Hustings Strip when something caught her attention from the corner of her eye. Redirecting her course once again, she pulled the throwing knife free from the railing and brought up the note to read.Â
As she had suspected, it was her mark.
She read the note several times, turning the words over and over in her mind. It was even more cryptic than the last, but it did ascertain one thing: Â this 'Flea' knew her identity, and would be actively watching her. This certainly put her at a disadvantage. Scowling, she folded the new note and stashed it away in a pocket, now turning her attention fully upon this knife.
Had he a purpose in leaving the knife with the note? Or was it simply for dramatic flare? The Flea hadn't pulled any stops when it came to the show thusfar, truly. But if it were a clue.. Her mind worked as she turned it over carefully in her hands, looking for any type of clue about its owner: Â the blade's newness and extent of use, type of material, any familiar craftsmans' style, or any particularly interesting embellishments.
Of course, it was probably just a boring ol' knife. Boo.
[ OOC:Â Want to make a check on the knife for clues before I proceed! cx ]
