Suppressing a sigh, Jack helped Bartok back to his feet.
"Well, let's stand you up like a proper man, then we'll go for a walkabout and see just how bad things are for us, and I'll figure out just who "us" are now."
mk, so no the thread hasn't died, Josh is currently in the process of moving a few towns over. We'll probably be able to get a few games in real time before we end up posting any time soon.
Ok Josh, I understand that sometimes we can subconsciously copy things from popular culture without realizing it... It happens to all of us. However....
What the crap Josh. What. The. Crap.
Giving Tulus a look suggesting "What have we gotten ourselves into?", Jack commanded his scarab to watch the door outside as he leaned against the left wall with Bartok's men. He did his best to size up both groups rather un-biastly.
"Tough crowd, eh?" he whispered to the other human.
With his cloak draped over his hands and his fingers a-twitching, Jack follows Bartok into the meeting. Cracking his neck on each side, he adopted a hard, almost predatory demeanor.
Spotting Tulus with the cartographer, Jack gave a quick, low hand signal while nodding to the two.
Clear with me.
"Gd'day gents. I do hope somebody has set the kettle on."
Jack gave a slight snort. "Guess things'r really that different so far south..." He didn't feel like admitting to Arson so late in the evening. He fell silent for a few moments as the Alchemist shop came into view, as he checked through the eyes of his scarab for anything suspicious going on...