At this point, considering his job description, Jeremy felt he could tell the difference between paranoia and simple caution. He knew he didn't suffer from paranoia. Paranoia is when you think someone is after you. Jeremy KNEW someone was after him. Several someones.
At this point, Jeremy didn't want to find out whether this mutterer was a random crazy person, or someone who was feigning craziness and hoping to nab him. He decided to cut south.
All Jeremy gets is static. Whoever was in there before him was in a hurry, and had little time for grace or subtlety. He couldn't even glean the man's own name from the mess.
Jeremy left the man. His stress level, already at a record high, went into new levels of fear. This would explain the extent of the breach. Whoever it was had a mind mage. He pulled his mind back, closing in on himself. Trying to conceal and repel any attack that might come.
He looked for the first alleyway on the west side of the street, and took it.
His self control made sure that the jump was merely one of great surprise, and not the "jump-outta-yer-skin" jump his body wanted to do. His mind went into overdrive, trying to think of something.
"Please miss, me mam's not feeling good, she needs some med'cine. I need to go..."
"Thanks miss!" he says, dumps the coins in her hands, snatches up the vial, and scampers back down the path, pocketing the potion... whatever in the nine hells it is.
Why did he do it? A few reasons. One of which being professional courtesy, from one con artist to another.
He turns south, and starts looking for another alleyway; one preferably less populated.
Jeremy emerges from the alley in the middle of a small courtyard...the word yard being very loose. It was more of just an unclaimed patch of packed dirt road too small to build a house, but big enough to stretch some clotheslines across.
Jeremy takes his time crossing it, making his way towards the south exit. He tries to calm down. You've got your magic, you've got weapons. You'll make it.
The creator of Maro's Magic 8-Ball!
The creator of Maro's Magic 8-Ball!
The creator of Maro's Magic 8-Ball!
The creator of Maro's Magic 8-Ball!
At this point, Jeremy didn't want to find out whether this mutterer was a random crazy person, or someone who was feigning craziness and hoping to nab him. He decided to cut south.
The creator of Maro's Magic 8-Ball!
The creator of Maro's Magic 8-Ball!
He looked for the first alleyway on the west side of the street, and took it.
The creator of Maro's Magic 8-Ball!
The creator of Maro's Magic 8-Ball!
"Please miss, me mam's not feeling good, she needs some med'cine. I need to go..."
The creator of Maro's Magic 8-Ball!
The creator of Maro's Magic 8-Ball!
He pulls out one of the three pouches from his jaunt in the square that he had secreted about his person. He counted out the gold from it.
"I've only got twenty, miss," he says, holding it out in evidence. He widened his eyes, tearing up a little.
The creator of Maro's Magic 8-Ball!
Why did he do it? A few reasons. One of which being professional courtesy, from one con artist to another.
He turns south, and starts looking for another alleyway; one preferably less populated.
The creator of Maro's Magic 8-Ball!
The creator of Maro's Magic 8-Ball!