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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Fenris" data-source="post: 2554625" data-attributes="member: 2820">Jovik's head swam. What in the name of the nine hells was going on today he thought to himself. And when did his secrect hideout become the central terminal of the Krysh docks? An assassin's dagger, a thug's blow, a murder's garrotte, any of these would be better than having to deal with all this mystical mumbo-jumbo. First some yellow-robe who steals his boys, and now this King Frosty, who pops up in his own house, who wants his life.More out of bemusment and instict, Jovik found his voice "I have no truck with bankers of any kind, be it coin, flesh or spirits" And the Jackal attempts to make his exit through a secret door into his comforting alleys, knowing full well this room was somehow or another full of guildsmen and King Frosty at the same time, but at different times. There was no choice here, escape was his only hope. A plague from Mother Cauphriol* on this day. The Jackal had lost everything today, and the day wasn't over, nor were the losses. But the Jackal is sly, the Jackal can hide, if he can only survive..............* Mother Cauphriol is a minor diety who is thought to bring disease and illness. She is called Mother since is is thoight that she gives birth to a new disease each year to inflict upon Metropolis.</blockquote>