10-23-2013, 02:59 PM
Jon glanced at his Wallet as the phone call was cut off. Something in Nick Trano's voice set him on edge. Watch the news in the morning? What had happened that had made him so nervous?
And there was the chill again. Jon looked up from his wallet, back to the table Jaxen and Oriena occupied. Jaxen's legs moved again -- and then colored threads tinged yellow sprung from Jaxen and struck the ice bucket in the middle of the table, sending it careening across the room to clatter against another booth, ice spilling from it as it tumbled like sparkling diamonds tossed carelessly into the air.
Jon smirked to himself. Seems his presence had not only brought about the revelation of secrets the two harbored but also catalyzed some sort of mutual show of force between the two of them. There wasn't anything else for him there. Besides, he'd neglected things that needed to be taken care of by making his trip to Kallisti's.
He quietly slipped away and settled his tab at the front bar -- making sure to add an extra tip for that handy waitress who'd been able to scrounge up the materials for the game -- and walked outside to hail a taxicab.