[ It also helps that as soon as Vane's within reach, Cain practically — not practically, actually does — leap to slap a hand over Vane's mouth. And drag his very noticeably waving arm back down to his side. Furtively, he glances over his shoulder, hoping that no one's noticed them.
The crowd, of course, hasn't, too busy having their puppet strings tugged, but Cain's quarry... He's looking around suspiciously, trying to pinpoint the source of that burst of sound. ]
In here. Quietly.
[ A low whisper, and Cain tugs Vane behind one of the market stalls, pulling him down to a low crouch, all without removing his hand from Vane's mouth. Just in case. ]
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The crowd, of course, hasn't, too busy having their puppet strings tugged, but Cain's quarry... He's looking around suspiciously, trying to pinpoint the source of that burst of sound. ]
In here. Quietly.
[ A low whisper, and Cain tugs Vane behind one of the market stalls, pulling him down to a low crouch, all without removing his hand from Vane's mouth. Just in case. ]