Timestamp 8th of spring, 512 AV Today was looking good for a change. Well, better then most day, anyway. Jack hit it big playing cards at Johnny's, and for one was able enough pay of his debts (at least, the ones with imminent threat to his life.) and still have 100 gold mizas left over. Fat Micca from the docks was found floating belly up in the port last night, so nobody had enough dirt to blackmail him with. That meant, for the first time in month's, Jack could relax and breath easy. It was about 8:30pm when Jack finally left the shack. Scrapper burst out the door and turned the corner before Jack even reach the steps. Jack didn't think much of it. The animal was never the type to hover over his "master", but always came home when he was ready. Until then, Jack made his way to his first stop in the long night to come; The Pig's Foot Tavern. Jack stepped cheerfully through the alleys of sunberth, weaving past the clutter and vagrants with total ease. He navigated the labyrinth of alleys and back roads quickly, rarely stopping and never once being acknowledged by the few people he saw in his route. Though he was sure he could take the high traffic routes with little risk of bumping into someone who he owed money to, The thief felt safer in the shadows of the back roads. he was nearing the back of the tavern when he heard a scuffle on the rooftops. the sound turn in to a shadow, which turned into two more shadows. Jack took a step back and prepared himself for a fight. The Dropped down into the two-way alley, and blocked Jack's exits . With no escape route, Jack pick up a brick lying about the floor and Turned to the Shadow standing by himself. One of the specters (too dark to tell which) said."No need for that, friend. Your out numbered. just give us your money and we won't have to hurt you too much." Jack recognized the flick of a switch blade and the wooden thunk of a club hitting the wall. But more importantly, Jack recognized the voice. He couldn't help but grin as he said"I would love to exchange money for a less violent beating, but it seems i have none to trade" the Shadow turned to each other "it's just Jack." The tension loosened up and Jack and the specters (who's names are Derrin, Kerchan and Kerlan two-fingers, muggers and thugs) had a laugh and promised to have a drink later on. One of the few benefits to being known as the poor drunk Thought Jack is that after a while, people stop coming to you for money. With the "misunderstandings" out of the way, Jack made his way through the back entrance of The pig's tavern. |