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[center][h1]Jack
Commerce District[/h1][/center]

If this were any other situation, Jack wouldn’t have hesitated to call his master suicidal. As it stood, with him standing here and prepared to grab her and run if things got too out of hand, he downgraded his evaluation to merely “very reckless”. A good thief had to know more than how to steal, and this was a decent time to teach her about dealing with locals, especially those she was planning to scam. 

“Damn nice playing, little miss.” He says aloud. “And to think here I found you a complete lost cause at any kind of game of chance six months ago.” Lose half, ease off. “Although it’s close to your bedtime, doncha think?” Drop.

Words zip from his mind into hers. “While mental conversations like this are really effective, it’s better to practice the code we set up. You won’t have this advantage at every heist and play you make, you know. Besides, winning like that only creates bad feelings. If you’re dealing with locals and you don’t even know what kind of groups are around and how the people are like, you’re better off trying not to hurt everybody’s feelings too much. Who knows if they’ll go crying to mommy and daddy, and we wouldn’t want that, would we?”