The Devil You Know

[*JinCathul]

Jin blinked a few times, hoping his hood covered most of the annoyance on his face. "I got a stash of jink, I suppose I could give you that. But then you said . . . probably. I'm not paying for . . . probably."

[*Midnight]

"I can tell you where he lives. He's probably gone there, but I am not going to lie to you and say thats definetly where he is, but he did seem worried the last time I spoke with him. Its up to you if you want to know or not."

[*JinCathul]

"Alright, here an hour ago. That means likely someone saw him take off. It's not like he's hard to miss. Perhaps we should just go and ask the usual stalled individuals."

[*Midnight]

"A good idea."

She seems to be about to stalk off into the bazzar but she stops and looks back at him.

"Wait what do you want with him?"

[*JinCathul]

"Fine. let's just do this." Jin dropped the woman a hundred coins. "Where is he most likely ta be?"

[*Midnight]

She takes the coins counts them and smiles her fanged grin.

"He lives in a premisis above a butchers on Bleak Street. Thats by The Gatehouse in The Hive if the name didn't give it away. He was worried the last time I spoke to him, he asked me if I knew anything about a robbery that happened in Avernus. I imagine that is why he is hard to find."

[*JinCathul]

"Thanks," Jin said with a nod. Bleak street in the Hive. So many layers of things. Robberies, Demons, Bloodwar . . . It was all just too much. Like a lot of little ripples from a big rock someone tossed into the lake.

Jin wondered where the lady went. He waited for her a few minutes before taking off to the Hive. Better to know where she is. Don't need a knife in the back.

[*Midnight]

Jin hears her before he sees her. There is a strangled gabbling shrieking noise and she comes back dragging an imp by the tail a silvered dagger pressed to the tiny devils throat.

"He says our fiend can be found in bleak street."

Jin may rember reading about the "robbery" in SIGIS (//And if he hasn't he could buy a copy in hame. Just thought I'd give the feature another plug.) it would appear the Ashabi's fears have been realized and someone does hold him responsible for the information he gave.

[*JinCathul]

"Off we go then!" Jin said with a smile. He knew she could't see it behind the mask, but still . . . it was there. "And drag him with us, just in case."

[*Midnight]

Upon Jin's request the woman grabs the imp in one full plated gauntlet and dashes the little creature's head against the wall knocking it out cold. The little devil's body goes limp and grasping it in one hand she saunters off after Jin to The Hive

They cross the bridge between the bazzar and the hive wards. They see the buildings slowly become more dilapidated and as they go deeper towards the centre of the hive the difference between Hive and The Clerk's Ward become more pronounced. They skirt around the ruins of the slags towards the gate house and the streets around it. They arrive at what a worn and nroken sign indicates is Bleak Street.

It is probably true that there was once a butchers there. There is a row of shops with boarded up windows and broken glass litters the cobbles along with a parade of quippers and jinkskirts. They are noticed and an aging tiefling heads straight over to Jin. The scant clothes she wears show off withered sagging aging skin, her hair is dyed a dirty blonde colour. The missing teeth, the track marks down her arms and the way she shakes suggests an addiction to liquid pain, and the cheap perfume she wears does nothing to mask the sour scent of her breath.

"If you have a few stingers Mara can show you a good time."