[ Let it be said that she offered Wriothesley the opportunity to dispense justice himself. Though he clearly isn't associated with the law in this world, he must surely have an opinion on how charlatans should be handled: with severity or sympathy, in due time or with prejudice. The Knave certainly has her own strongly held beliefs.
And while normally she'd like to take her time with these things, she does have an audience. She can't profess to have Lyney's showmanship — why, she might even profess to being stage shy — but she can still manage a little something.
Crimson crosses pierce the darkness. Before Wriothesley's very eyes, the well-dressed gentleman takes flight. Shoots straight in the air, disappearing in the blink of an eye over the neighboring rooftop in complete silence. (The eagle-eyed might glimpse silken flashes wrapped around the man's neck in the moment before he disappeared.)
The Knave grants her audience of one a jesting bow and a smile, a crueler shade of Lyney's proud stage bows. ]
And... voila.
[ As promised, a vanishing act without a single trace left behind. ]
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And while normally she'd like to take her time with these things, she does have an audience. She can't profess to have Lyney's showmanship — why, she might even profess to being stage shy — but she can still manage a little something.
Crimson crosses pierce the darkness. Before Wriothesley's very eyes, the well-dressed gentleman takes flight. Shoots straight in the air, disappearing in the blink of an eye over the neighboring rooftop in complete silence. (The eagle-eyed might glimpse silken flashes wrapped around the man's neck in the moment before he disappeared.)
The Knave grants her audience of one a jesting bow and a smile, a crueler shade of Lyney's proud stage bows. ]
And... voila.
[ As promised, a vanishing act without a single trace left behind. ]