[h3]Jordan Forthey[/h3]

	The stranger made a slight annoyed sound, then leaped from his position not unlike some wild animal, a cat or some such. It was at least three meters, was it not? The guy was not large, but he wasn't [i]that[/i] much slighter than Jordan himself, either. It should have been rather impactful landing, no? [i]He had been right. This was by no means some regular vagrant.[/i] The stranger was, at minimum, very well-trained. And more likely to be a combatant than some errant circus performer. [i]Very [/i]likely to be somehow magically enhanced. Small feats like these [i]looked[/i] easy. Jordan knew full well they weren't. 
	[color=fff200]"Then no, Forthey, errand boy of 'The Viper,' I do not know anything on the supposed happenings of Zerul, whateverintheplanesthatis."[/color]
	[i]Did the stranger take him for a fool? He [b]knew[/b] he was lying, even when he did not know [b]what[/b] he was lying about.[/i] Another part of Jordan quickly noted: [i]right time, right place, wrong name.[/i] The stranger had been waiting for someone, had he not? More than likely, someone whose face he had not seen, but whose name - or whose master's name - he knew... The stranger had been willing to talk until he said a name he was not expecting, had he not? [i]Damn it![/i] 
	The year and a half he had spent as a guard - this guy was obviously up to something shady! - and his earlier thirst of adventure ... and his his own personal curiosity stated he should intervene. His self-preservation instincts disagreed. Both from natural intuition and what training Sir Yanin had managed to get through to him, he [i]knew[/i] this man was extremely dangerous, involved in something shady, and no doubt more skilled than him, as well as rather annoyed by someone unanticipated bothering him. But, he had some kind of duty as a squire, even if he wasn't currently on duty as a guard, right?
	Some part of him was also annoyed in turn. [i]Errand boy?[/i] No, not at all ... that was something he had decided to do on his own accord. Apprentices could do more than just fulfill whatever tasks their masters desired of them. Especially when said masters had wandered off to do something they appeared unwilling to reveal, too. 
	For a couple of moments he stood still, watching the stranger rush past him and head towards some more secluded street. No ... if he was to talk to the stranger, then a [i]less[/i] public place would hardly do. 
	"Hey!" he started after the stranger, who immediately whirled around and grabbed hold of the fabric covering his chest.
	[color=fff200]"I don't know anything, boy!"[/color] Cold, annoyed voice was gone. Now the guy sounded like an animal. 
	Jordan's heart was suddenly beating too hard and fast again, his breath was momentarily caught in his throat, and this time, his hand actually did close around the grip of his sword ... though the dagger would probably have been more useful in an encounter [i]this [/i]close. Dumb mistake. 
	Luckily, the stranger let go almost as quickly as he had grabbed hold of him, and seemed more intent on rushing off than continuing to confront him. [color=fff200]"Hack! I-I know nothing, as I said..."[/color] Perhaps somewhat unluckily, Jordan was also riled up enough to argue, rather than let go of the matter and shamefully drag himself before his master and admit that he had found something suspicious he could not figure out on his own. Could still go either way ... could end with a rather irritated Viper of Glades, or one who was actually impressed. Granted, he was as of yet unsure whether Sir Yanin even [i]did[/i] "impressed". More disconcertingly, it was also possible he had followed him, and was already making judgments...
	"I know you're lying," he stated at the stranger's back. "And I know you're meeting up with someone today, and that he was not [i]supposed[/i] to be me. I don't know whether you'd prefer to speak to my master rather than I, but we might be able to help you, and you us." 
	What [i]was[/i] he getting himself into?