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[Jack Kelly]

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Jack sat at the Den, hearing a few patrons chatting about some man being poisioned, but Jack was busy. He had a tatered leather bound book, some maps, and a few pencils and a quil scattered across the bar. His head felt heavy in his hand, he stood and stretched relaving abit of the pain.He thought back in the past hour, the elf from Moonglow, a real lush, but he seemed trusworthy enough.

-an hour previous-

Jack heard the man behind him cough, he turned back then looked back to Bleys, Jack turned and leaned onto the bar to mask him takeing hold of an assasins spike, unsure of the mans intent.

I've been from tavern to tavern and all have left me wanting

Jack was half listeing as always, reading the unintroduced body, waiting for the twitch of the spell book in his hand but after abit of idel chat he knew what the elf was after. Jack waved to Bleys and his ice colored Fukiyama was gone.

Jack struck up a deal, five cases of his finest ale for 10k, not bad, and to Moonglow.

-back in the present-

Jack had a few routes in mind, he'd need a ship for it anyway he went about it, and his old one probbaly smelled like dead bodies. Jack grabbed a map and flipped it over. Some quick spects came out to just what he needed, something light, that could cut the waves but hold the load and carriers, maybe bloodwood. As he mulled over the ideas he smiled and scribbled a pair of words across the top of the sketches.

The Scarlet Harlet

Jack chuckled and moved onto the rest of the opperation, who to use? Most of his freinds were dead, and this wasn't the kind of gig Bleys got into, and Jack diddn't want any dead guards on thisone. His mind shifted to his patrons, the people he now called family without a moments hesitation.

Jack looked twards the stairs to the personal quaters and his mind shifted to Merri, he diddn't want her in this, but it was often a good idea to have a scantly clad woman along incase some guard needed to be distracted.

Jack's mind stopped, he was almost mad at himself for thinking such a thing. He stowed the thought for later pondering and finnaly came to a decent set of ideas. He would start on that Humanists island maybe, use the gate and have the ship there, he liked docking there. He had a few names circled on the top right corner of the map. He'd have to see if any shipyards were cutting wages or smuggaling, his mind stopped again and thought about the folks in town, they'd probbaly build him one...his mind came to a sudden complete stop. Scratching his head he pondered

Is...am I home...

He looked twards the stairs again and made a final mental notation before stowing the items.
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