A small gift would be left for the infamous gang leader Jacob Frye. The hastily written note would read, 'I had to coax one of the longer serving Rooks to get your birthday date. Normally I don't celebrate such things but- Happy Birthday.' The gift itself was a necklace; an animal fang, some blue beads, and two shined arrowheads. Dulled, of course, as not to shear the wearer, and on the bottom of the thick sheet of paper would read, lastly, 'I hope you like it.'
The thought swirled in the man’s mind as he read the last of the note’s words, a joyful grin slowly spreading across his lips. He still held the note in one hand, as in the other resided the gifts he had been left from Ayashe. He couldn’t help the way he merely stood for a moment, staring at them, nothing but sheer happiness radiating from the Assassin as his grin refused to fade.
“I do believe a proper thanks is in order...”
He muttered, before finally setting off to carry out his statement, the man carefully tucking away the gifts and note in his coat. Part of him was a bit disappointed that Ayashe had not delivered them in person, but seeing as he knew how shy the Native woman could be, he wasn’t surprised. His feet hurried then, one after another, as his form was all too impatient to find the female Assassin.