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    Of all the places he thought where the address would be, 3rd Ave #57. Flipping the tag over, a big #5 with smaller #25 written offset from the first. The back of the tag kind of gives it away. It most likely belongs to the best known of the Dockway’s taverns located in the upper docks, just north of here. The Old Fang, a taproom and cheap inn built right on the docks is covered in barnacles below and peeling white paint above. Ol’ Mam Grottle, the burly, no nonsensical matron, runs this favorite local watering hole. She would occasionally give him a hot meal every once in a while so him showing up wouldn’t be out of the norm. To get a free room on the other hand was not quite in his cards but still not out of reach.

    “Welcome home Mr. Wayne...” Jason hears the Dock Master salty and hoarse voice from a distant dock.

    “How does it feel to be back?” He hears an aristocratic gentleman ask who must be this Wayne guy as he passed him on the street.

    “...Princes Caroline...” Mention of the heiress of the neighboring country could be over heard among the din of other voices.

    “...Any plans, Mr. Wayne?” Another aristocrat asks.

    “... are there any truths to the rumors?” Another gossip seeker asks Wayne, eager for information so she could spread the latest gossip.

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    Sorry about dictating. I’ll try and keep that to a minimum if not at all. You’ve got some information, a free room and a pocket full of coin. What would you like to do now?


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    Wayne... Wayne.... the name sounded familiar? maybe he had read the name somewhere... wasn't there a warehouse nearby with that name printed across the top? or was it the mill at the outskirts of town... come to think of it, Jason had heard or read the name Wayne on almost every kind of enterprise in the whole city... but what did that make this man? some kind of prince? a noble at the very least, a noble who looked very tired, and very wealthy... Jason could almost feel his mouth water, and with so many people pressing around him, he wouldn't notice a thing

    or so Jason thought as he crept forward, and slowly slid his fingers into Gotham's favorite son's pocket

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    For Jason it wasn’t so much about how many things that he could successfully take, rather it was more about how many things that could go missing undetected. It was never hard to find buyers for the verity of trinkets that he would accumulate during his outings. Yet in this particular case it might be a bit more difficult. Amidst the commotion of the crowd, Jason weaved through he tumult of bodies like a shadow. His hand was just another among the many others belonging to passersby wanting for a chance to touch Bruce’s shoulder or shake his hand and claim that they once met or even claim that they knew each other.

    What Jason pulled from the pocket of Gotham’s prodigal son was a simple pocket knife. Etched in the old and polished handle from frequent use was the name Wayne etched in the same bold gothic lettering that are painted on many buildings throughout Gotham and a family crest on the other.

    It did not however, go completely undetected. As custom in many cultures an item would be passed down from father to son for generations. This same pocket knife, Bruce had been given by his father, Thomas, when he was a young boy, who had received it from his father, who then had passed it down from his father before him and so on. Bruce would often reach to grasp hold of it as if a young boy would reach out to grasp the protective and guiding hand of his father’s. It was one of the few things that would calm him when he felt anxious or in need of fatherly guidance.

    Just seconds after Jason had lifted it from his pocket he reached in to squeeze it and noticed that it was gone. He instantly turned to catch the culprit but Was only able to catch a glimpse of Jason’s dirty face as he quickly vanished into the crowd. Bruce attempted to pursue his thief but the young boy was too quick and knew the Dockway streets much better than he did. All that he could do now was to put in a flame with the local Gotham City Watch. His heart sank as he realized that they would most assuredly be far to busy to look out for a pocket knife. Hundreds of items like this must go missing every single day.

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    Well done. I’m glad you attempted. It gave me an opportunity to put in some kind of connection for the two of you. And quite fitting I think for a future son of Bruce Wayne.

    What does Jason do now? More pickpocketing or exploring?


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    Jason's face was stretched almost painfully in a wide smile, giggling to himself as he held the slim knife so tightly his knuckles turned white. Quickly darting into an alley to appraise his new prized possession. The young boy was almost glad that the knife was unsaleable. Staring at the slim knife for a long time, taking note of the edge, the weight, studying the family crest, familiarizing himself with the worn handle, and letting his fingers move into the grooves made by a much larger, steadier and more powerful man's hand.

    Jason slowly looks to the sky, catching his breath, he takes another bite of his stolen breakfast roll, moaning with delight as his stomach seemed to swell, today was a good day, but tomorrow would be a bad one, and he needed to start planning what he would eat tomorrow... his mind drifted back to the script he had stolen... maybe he could do the research? then sell them back to sal? what did he care if some random folks were slaughtered? or maybe he could make more money by selling the information to the list of targets.... yes that is what he would do, maybe they would even capture this Sal and Z people? maybe there was a reward for them. he quickly scanned the list for names he recognized


    Sabriyya Kalmeralm~

    Lord Justice Bayl Argentine~

    Harvey Dent~

    Sir Drake~

    Lady Verrine Caiteil~


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    Only one of the names on the list came to mind. Sabriyya Kalmeralm, The so-called Princess of the Market. Sabriyya is a passionate woman in her late forties, and her quick wit, aristocratic bearing, and silver tongue are as famed as her fiery temper and unforgiving memory. While many in the city still see her as little more than an exceedingly public gang lord, those who frequent the chaotic maze of stalls and shops know the service she provides in keeping the peace between squabbling traders, maintaining fair prices, limiting racketeering, and so forth. Sabriyya is a well-loved public figure by most of the bazaar’s regular traders and her “court”—a sizable gang of toughs and money collectors. While her interests lie in the legal accumulation of wealth and power, she maintains contact with many of the city’s criminal leaders, who treat her with respect and not a little fear for the influence she wields. If anyone might know something about these names she might.

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    Jason knows a lot about the streets in the lower districts but some other things are just out of his wheelhouse.

    You’ve got a lead though. Still want to follow and find Sabriyya or do something else?


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    Jason slowly begins moving towards the market, stopping in an alley, he moves some loose bricks and hides the knife, gold, key and note away, safe for now. Jason now moves with purpose towards his first "mark" wondering how much he should be selling the information for. He could easily get a couple of copper from the deal, but maybe he could even get a whole pouch of gold?


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    uh.... Sabriyya was on the list? but okay

    also have you seen the King arthur movie that came out in 2017? (i know it wasn't a great movie)
    if so, would it be unreasonable for Jason to have a similar stash?

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    Jason finds his first mark, a tall bald man in dark clothes. The mark meanders from table to table looking at the random trinket before passing on to the next booth. It seems that his attention isn’t on the merchant or their wears but on something else. He catches a glimpse of his sinister grin and an interesting tattoo on the back of his head before he puts his hood up and attempts to blend into the crowd.



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    What would Jason like to do now?

    If you want more of an idea to what the mark is doing, please roll a Sense Motive check.

    If you want to continue to follow him through the crowd please roll a Perception check.

    Or something else entirely?





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    Jason keeps his distance as he begins to follow the strange hooded man

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    Default Chapter 1.1

    The crowd had a life of its own, each person in the crowd moved as if unseeing hands dragged them this way and that, pulling their eyes to one thing and then another. Over the years Jason has been able to study the movements of people. They respond in predictable ways, each of them with a goal to achieve for the day. But underneath that is free will, the ability to truly choose their own path. Sometimes engaging in conversation just to wake up the part of themselves that is capable of taking charge, making choices. Then they're off, back on auto-pilot, the most dangerous mode a human being can slip into. The vibrant clothes shine in the morning light and the people move like enchanting shoals of fish. A lost child wailed for his mother, a man frantically searched for his missing dog, shopkeepers screamed out offers on the top of their voices to attract customers and customers desperately tried to bargain for the best possible prices. This was the Bazzar it Sails after all, a place which was always drowning in the sea of people. Not a single empty place could be spotted between the stalls. He There is chatter between sellers and buyers, old friends catching up, new friends made. It's busy for sure, but the hustle and bustle brings a life to this city many wouldn't want to be without.

    Though the man would have normally blended into the diverse crowd as just another face, Jason was able to keep track of him, though loosing sight of him momentarily, he was always able to find his mystery man. He was even able to glean a number of short linear scars on hit arm when he extended it out to examine another curio. Jason is sure that what the man is doing is casing out the area and attempting to spot and track the whereabouts of Sabriyya Kalmeralm, Princes of the Market. The question was, would this man be the type to strike during broad daylight amongst hundreds of people? Why not? That’s how Jason disappeared so easily, amongst the sea of bodies and each seeing and telling a different story.

    All the while he was tracking this mysterious “Z”, Sabriyya and her small entourage could be seen just on the other side of the row of stalls. She was helping solve a dispute between a buyer and a merchant.

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    What does Jason do now?


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