Jacob knows it's a good idea- he runs a gang back home, a good one, and raiding other gangs is part and parcel of that life. Even if they don't have great stuff, you take away what they do have and weaken them. You can sell it back to them too, if you really want to rub their nose in it.
"So are you in?" He asks, taking stock of what weapons he has now. The hidden blade of course, but not much. "If we pass the bodies on the way back, there's bows and arrows, might be useful too. For those of us unable to create fire balls."
He wonders how Wrathion is doing that. He can't see any tubes or ignition devices in that fancy clobber, but maybe it's well hidden. Fire balls would be useful back home, he thinks, a right surprise for the Templar bastards. He'll have to tell Alec about them. Evie would go mental if he set Whitehall ablaze.
He has to wipe the smile off his face and focus back on the job at hand, looking once more at Wrathion. "Or should I just bring you back some goodies?"
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"So are you in?" He asks, taking stock of what weapons he has now. The hidden blade of course, but not much. "If we pass the bodies on the way back, there's bows and arrows, might be useful too. For those of us unable to create fire balls."
He wonders how Wrathion is doing that. He can't see any tubes or ignition devices in that fancy clobber, but maybe it's well hidden. Fire balls would be useful back home, he thinks, a right surprise for the Templar bastards. He'll have to tell Alec about them. Evie would go mental if he set Whitehall ablaze.
He has to wipe the smile off his face and focus back on the job at hand, looking once more at Wrathion. "Or should I just bring you back some goodies?"