A Hand of Twenty-One

While still not in agreement with the vigilante’s assessment of the queen’s character, Jakkin isn’t so foolish as to totally disregard the possibility. He’ll keep an open mind and a wary eye on things; his own nature makes that an easy task to tend to.

Looping the entirely unexpected gift over his neck and tucking it beneath his mail shirt, he runs the instructions for leaving a message through his mind several times to ensure he won’t forget.

"A token?" he mutters as he departs the scene in a far more mundane manner. "What, I need me own bloody calling card, now?" Damn theatrical vigilantes….



The Felin Fach Griffin

Jakkin uses the back and forth banter between the two sides as an easy distraction as he slips effortlessly through the crowd that tower above him like a forest of so many ill-scented trees. Keeping an ear to the ‘show’ currently being performed, he concludes that this is a debate that likely won’t end well for anyone so involved. The crowd has been whipped into a state of excitement, and any sort of violence against this stuffed shirt – as satisfying as it would be – would cause more immediate problems than shutting him up would solve.

No – perhaps this situation needs the energy and attention to shift focus to something else entirely.

Slipping around to the backside of the fountain, it’s a simple enough matter for him to boost himself up onto it behind the arguing men. Folding a small blade out of his omni-tool, he hacks obviously at this ‘Kreed’s’ purse in the most distracting manner possible.

Even the most politically ardent tend to lose focus when their personal wealth is in jeopardy.

With a faint smile on his face, he turns and dives off the fountain, set on using the crowd to make pursuit of him as difficult as possible.



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