[At the response of it being magic, Jacob turns to look at the other man with a skeptical eye.]
...right. Magic. I suppose it could be. [It's not that he doesn't know there are stranger things in this world than can be easily explained, god knows he's seen more than his fair share of that, but. That would not be his first explanation.
He rubs at his arm. His wrist feels strange, without the weight of his hidden blade.]
And here I was trying to keep a low profile. [He wasn't.] What gave it away?
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...right. Magic. I suppose it could be. [It's not that he doesn't know there are stranger things in this world than can be easily explained, god knows he's seen more than his fair share of that, but. That would not be his first explanation.
He rubs at his arm. His wrist feels strange, without the weight of his hidden blade.]
And here I was trying to keep a low profile. [He wasn't.] What gave it away?