Ch. 2 - Legends are made when you're Jack of Fables
[Right now he's got his feet kicked up on a stack of all the various books he could find where he was in them. Collections of fairy tales, fables, and more colorful adaptions - all of them. The other day he raided the library and took all of them home. If people want to go off and read about him, they'll have to talk to the real thing first. After having spoken to some other people about their worlds and sharing his own identity when convenient, Jack has come to some conclusions about Luceti. Ones that requires a little more looking into.]
[Voice]
You people have legends in your world, right? Any of them true? Any of you ever met them? Or hell, maybe some of you are the legendary type too.
I'm one of the latter. I'm Jack of the Tales - at least, all the good ones. Any of you [losers] people heard of me?
Oh right, one more thing. Someone mind telling me how those filters work? Seems like it could be handy.
[Later, for anyone who wants to bother him in person, he'll be hanging out at the shops, wishing he had money to spend on all of it (even though it's all free). Luceti is a poor place to be for a man obsessed with wealth.]
[Voice]
You people have legends in your world, right? Any of them true? Any of you ever met them? Or hell, maybe some of you are the legendary type too.
I'm one of the latter. I'm Jack of the Tales - at least, all the good ones. Any of you [losers] people heard of me?
Oh right, one more thing. Someone mind telling me how those filters work? Seems like it could be handy.
[Later, for anyone who wants to bother him in person, he'll be hanging out at the shops, wishing he had money to spend on all of it (even though it's all free). Luceti is a poor place to be for a man obsessed with wealth.]