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[rookvision]

Who: Jacob Frye and you!
When: early April pre-event
Where: Free Cities
What: catch-all for early April!
Warnings: blanket Assassin's Creed warnings (violence, guns and otherwise, murder, suggestive humor, death, conspiracies). possible mentions of period-typical prejudices. likely mentions of parental death and complicated/strained father-son and sibling relationship.

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[rookvision]

The thing about the military barracks is that as helpful as they are and as useful as eavesdropping on various soldiers is, Jacob knows fully well that they're going to expect some kind of loyalty from him, something he can't and won't give. He slips out after about a week, disappearing into the crowds of Cadens and breathing a sigh of relief when he realizes his Eagle Vision is back.

All right. He starts small: a couple of odd jobs here and there on shoring up the buildings against the sandstorms so he can earn enough cash to buy some clothes and a nice new hat. He's a new face, but a friendly one, and not shy about sidling up to another Summoned to chat them up while working. He's also very good at moving around, clambering up walls with an ease that speaks of practice. He's not entirely used to the sand, needing to duck indoors and dust the sand out of his hair and grumbling about how irritating getting sand in his drawers is, but he's holding up against it well enough.

Once he's got the clothes, he heads to the Sarstina in the center of town. No trains around, it seems, and the amount of bobbies he doesn't know outside makes him a little tense—more reminders he's not in London, needs to be careful now that he hasn't got the Rooks and Evie and his own fearsome reputation in the underworld to back him up. What he needs is information, and the kind that's not filtered by patriotic fervor for one's territory. He spots someone interesting in the crowd and goes over to the bartender, slides a few coppers across for two mugs of whatever's cheapest. Once he has those mugs in hand, he walks on over to the person he's noticed and slides one mug across the table with a smile.

"You looked like you could use a drink," he says. "Do you mind if I take this seat?"