"thank you sir." *jester bows, spins on his heels and walks out the door. he strides outside into the crowd and looks for an alley that may have junkies. he inhales deeply through his nose and smells city air, it's moist and smoggy but he's grown used to it. he spots a popular place for the junkies to hang out and heads that way. as he walks he places the katana on his back and strings the bow over his shoulder.*