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“Well? Are you listening?”
“Yeah. I just don’t like the options you’ve given me.”
“Oh come on! Look! They got your girl, your sister and they ruined the good vibes you made! You have every right to turn this into a bloodbath of legendary proportions!”
“Yeah. Right. And if I start going on the warpath how am I going to explain what happened to half the city? Besides, I remember you mentioning not once how discretion is one of our greatest assets.”
“Yeah but I’m BORED!”
“Well suck it up. I’ll handle this. Peacefully if preferrable.”
“You’re no fun.”
Jet watched a bit more as Gourd excused himself from the presence of his cousin and took his leave. He did not bother too much with subtlety this time, he could not afford to lose track of the man. So he surveyed the area in search of a spot not being observed and he jumped down from the tower on top of a nearby building. The crash and subsequent shattering of roof tiles would’ve alerted many nearby, so Jet shot out a pair of roots from his foot before landing and as they swiftly but gently secured a footing for him he gradually slowed himself down. Thankfully it appeared that nobody witnessed his little stunt so he was able to jump down from there into an alley without trouble.
He kept tracking Gourd through the streets. It wasn’t hard, given his brilliant red armor and the prominent horns on his helmet. He trekked through half the city before arriving at a rather impressive looking building. Though smaller than the governor's office, it was no less opulent. Jet waited a little while, observing the place from a distance until he gathered his courage, jumped over the stone fence surrounding the compound and rushed in through one of the windows, which his roots opened easily from the inside once they found a slight opening. He was squatting on the windowsill, thinking he had performed the infiltration flawlessly when a sliding door slammed open with Gourd standing there, polearm in hand and still wearing his red jade armor.
“I was wondering when you were going to show yourself.”
“Since when?”
“I’m always on guard in case someone tries following me home. I don’t know who you are but my guess is you’re with those two outsiders. But whoever you might be, you’re under arrest in the name of the satrap.”
Jet threw up his hands with a sigh.
“You’re free to take me in. But wouldn’t you rather know who you’re dealing with?”
“You can save your explanation for the satrap.”
“I don’t know about that Gourd. I’d much rather talk with you. You seemed much more level headed than your cousin back there.”
The tip of the exalts Dire Lance quivered. He seemed so stoic, so confident up until now. But now he’s shaken a bit.
“I understand of course. He must be overworked and mortals tend to crack under pressure. I sympathize. Which is why I came to you. I’d rather not burden him any more and make him… snap.+
