@wandererswe
Same old cold city streets, random people giving you the side eye as you walked past. The occasional “homeless” begging for money for a habit or just faking it all together for some extra cash on the side.
To many, this was a disgusting hive of villainy.
To this man, it was home.
Pushing open the door to the familiar sight of drinking, rough housing and hands that were way too frisky, Jack was sure this was the right place.
perception check= 14
It took him a moment, but regardless there was indeed a familiar sight in the corner, nursing a half full tankard. With hands in his pockets, grabbing his own from the bar, the assassin sat just across from them.
“alright. i’ll give you that much, you fox faced bastard. you knew about my target, more then i did. so get talking, how did you know so much about them?”
