.:Christopher Jones:.
“All is riddle, and the key to a riddle is another riddle.”
Christopher scanned the market, cane in hand, it wasn't for physical benefit, it was just to go with his suit, which matched swimmingly."Excuse me.." tapping the arm of a fat butcher,"You wouldn't happen to know which way is the fruit stand, would you?" the stocky piggish man nodded and gruffly pointed south-east of the town's center. Chris smiled jolly and tipped his hat to him, strolling past the carriages, which nearly ran him down if he hadn't been quick on his feet."Christ be his name.." he gasped from a near-death accident and leaned against a cobblestone wall to catch his breath.
When suddenly a thick, beefy hand grabbed him by his neck and pulled him into a dark alley,"..WOAH.." Jones exclaimed, but was muffled by another hand covering his lips from talking nor breathing."Give us yer money, perty man.." someone's voice hissed in his ear, although he could not turn to see who, their breaht reeked of garbage and what not. Keeping his cane hidden behind his back, Chris nodded, biting down on the man's hand to let him go."I've got 10 counts of gold, well that satisfy your greed?" without waiting for a response, Christopher leapt at them with his cane, extending the end into a baton. Hitting the two street rats across the face in disgust, then spitting at their unconscious bodies. Jones then left to go find himself a nice apple, he had worked up quite an apetite indeed..