As Jack was pushing his away away from the crowd, and the tower, he couldn't help but peer over his shoulder and saw that strange woman again. He grit his teeth, muscles tensing.
"She's like something out of a horror story you tell children before they sleep at night. A strange fisherman far from the sea...."
Yeah, he definitely didn't want to stick around longer than he had to! And with the crowd murmuring over the Turgallian army, which was now at the peak of their conversation, the speaker went on to ensure them the army had successfully been chased North, and that more soldiers are being stationed throughout all the major cities to ensure their is peace and safety.
That being said, there were already extra soldiers and guards in the town patrolling the outskirts of the masses. And the street Jack had wanted to go down seemed to be crawling with too many guards and not enough peasants. So he simply turned around.
"We might need to go the long way home," Jack muttered, eyeing where the fisherman girl was and trying to avoid getting to closer to her and.... some new friend she was talking to! He KNEW it. He grabbed Fiona's arm and pulled her close ot him before ducking with her into the shadows of a building.
"There she is again!" he whispered. "And she's contacting some strange man to help her." His eyes narrowed on them, and watched them with a judging stare.
And while so many were paranoid in the square, high above them in the tower Cullen was holding his own glass of wine, sipping it once before keeping his gaze glued to the crowd. But at Fletcher's words, he simply said, "If only war'd would listen. Greedy bastard, that one." And to that, he lifted his wine and finished the glass.
