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When the two elves, and some strange animal type creature stepped on the stage, Keiran saw a new opportunity. He'd need to sprint for the jump, but he'd be able to land on the nobleman. He backed up a bit before taking a deep breath, this wasn't going to be the smartest thing he'd do today. His feet drove into the roofing, legs powering him forward with all his might. Before he reached the ledge, he leaped with all his strength. Time slowed down, his fall seemed to be in slow motion for him. His eyes widened for an instant when he feared he'd missed his target but as he continued falling, the sensation of fat and fancy cloths beneath him showed that he'd landed on target. The impact jarred him, quite painfully but the noble provided some cushioning...otherwise he'd have definitely hurt something.

"Not sure about how your city laws work," Keiran spoke in a false calm... he was clearly still juiced on adrenaline as he drew a boot dagger. " But in the wild, your head would be mine now, justly caught and all that proper nonsense." The blade came to rest on the neck on the noble that currently served as his seat. " Come to think of it, you probably don't know the real world do you Chuckles? So let's try learning a bit about each other, you can keep up this nonsense and loose about twelve pounds above the neck." He paused here, pretending to think, "Or we can try one of them cultural exchange thingys: You can exact whatever punishment that you are personally able to enact on this guy, and I act all posh and civil by getting off you without taking a souvenir." Rather than wasting time trying to negotiate up hill. Keiran figured that he'd have more success flipping the table and putting the pig headed noble on the bottom for once.

"Ya might want to make up your mind quickly, I tend to get nervous and twitchy when people don't act natural, do weird things with their hands or say funny words." The knife got a little bit closer to neck flesh as Keiran spoke, oddly enough he found this scenario fun.