Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24261822-20140730022748/@comment-24261822-20140804025700

Pulling up his half mask over his nose, along with throwing on a pair of large shades that covered a good portion of his face, Cole began to walk from the small port area of Abandon into the large and bustling marketplace. It was actually quite reminicent of a regular city's maketplace, if one could ignore the fact that half of the goods and services being advertised were illegal, or ethically gray at best. There was also the fact that if one looks around hard enough, they might occasionally see a well known criminal or two, or see the crest of a few of the more prominent gangs that were scattered through Vale and beyond.

Much to Cole's releif, most people were not recognizing him; his style had changed, and along with the getup to conceal his face, the majority of the masses were none the wiser. Some of the more permanent residents though were not focused on Cole's face, but his whip, Ferrum Caude, which had been with him during his stay in the town years before. Not soon after, the mumblings of the name "Blackjack" were being spread around. Noticing the increasing attention to the group, Cole glanced behind him and pick up the pace from a calm stroll to a brisk walk.