[color=00a99d]"Some people may have the mindset for it,"[/color] Jasper replied to Violet's interest in the town's people. They began easing themselves down by one of the foundation posts, taking their hat off and setting it to the side, apparently getting into a position to hang off the side of the bridge to look underneath. Kite's face scrunched up for a moment as Violet booped his snoot. Blinking and looking nonplussed, 
[color=00a99d]"Pardon the offence, Walker, try to think of it as how one would enjoy the sound of a voice,"[/color] Jasper...apologized? They then continued with, [color=00746b]"...you have a funny way of saying things. Especially with that accent."[/color]
With that, they bent their knees to hook onto one of the support rails under the main railing and practically hung off the side of the bridge. After a moment, they pulled themselves up and wordlessly went about finger-combing their hair back into place and setting the hat upon their head, looking around. As faint as the pleasant smile was, it now gave off a considerable lack of confidence that once shined off its fixed features. [color=00a99d]"This is certainly awkward. It appears Kedvin's men are not at their posts..."[/color] Jasper announced, looking between the three with folded fingers, appearing to be waiting for something.

Kite then paced out from the group, taking a number of purposeful steps to and then past Jasper, cautiously watching the edges and trying to make out any movement on the underside through the boards. The doll turned to watch Kite, then looked back to the other two. Whatever the plan was, Jasper had apparently been banking on the group having been approached by now. After Kite was apparently starting to make some distance, unhindered, the doll then stepped away to follow Kite. [color=00a99d]"I cannot completely speculate on their individual motives, though I had expected to allow them to escort us back to town,-[/color] [color=0076a3]An claim'oll tha [i]ffffeckin[/i] glory. Prop'n them up loik 'eros n'shite'll upturn tha feckin' pub...[/color]" Jasper began again to address Violet's concerns about the alleged ruffians, defaulting to letting Kaath explain it in her own words. [color=0076a3]"...n'leave ya with tha mop,"[/color] she hissed, a clicking sound from before under her tone as the syllables spat from clenched teeth. Their tone then swiftly changed in the next section, obviously taken from a different time...and with a strangely different accent though the voice was unmistakably the same, [color=0076a3]"Its currently just them and the Brass Bastards, ah reckon. Like ah mean, [i]sure[/i] there's [i]uthers[/i] an their squads. Frands an the like, lovely couples, all that [i]gay[/i] sheeit,"[/color] they chuckled, a light-hearted and genuine one to the quiet backdrop of common tavern ruckus, before continuing in the drawl, [color=0076a3]"And honey, that's cute an all, but its [i]all[/i] just names for different sizes of the same tool."[/color]

Jasper surveyed the upstream side of the bridge's offered vistas, unsure what they were looking for, but doing so, anyway. [color=00a99d]"She winked, at that moment. I believe it was in an attempt to convey the expression that Kedvin is the...'biggest tool'. It may not be the best idea to open interactions with hostilities, all of this considered. The Lord Madam is entitled to maintain her foibles, but in her absence I must default to Kedvin's resources to ensure our return"[/color]