[supremely encouraging. Knife grunts, dubious (encouraged), and tromps along a few paces before realizing...you know...lighter steps would be wiser, even if they are annoyed by this whole situation. so instead of the crunchy crush of leaves, Jason is shadowed by gentler rustling and little else; Knife has a dozen or so questions they'd love to drop on this guy, but it's already been established neither of them know what the fuck is happening, so it'd be moot and noisy.
the moment Jason idles even a little too long, however, Knife taps on his shoulder for his attention and, when given a glance, will hold up an inquiring sign in Thieves Cant, head tilting and brow arching. their luck with getting responses has been...middling, but hey. always worth a shot if it means they can at least chat without causing a ruckus.]
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the moment Jason idles even a little too long, however, Knife taps on his shoulder for his attention and, when given a glance, will hold up an inquiring sign in Thieves Cant, head tilting and brow arching. their luck with getting responses has been...middling, but hey. always worth a shot if it means they can at least chat without causing a ruckus.]