[DROP] No time like the present

Under the sounds of conversation the faint sounds of tapping could be heard from the ivory walking stick of one, Archebold Cobb. He tapped along the path of the bridge, a brow lifting off at the corner as he observed, keeping himself off to the side and out of view from most. "Like moths to a flame...curiosity summons the ignorant. Flock behaving as flock do..." He muttered quietly to himself, a smirk rewarding his own quiet words spoken to himself as he held the view of these easily lured lot appearing like nothing but a flock of sheep, as they always had been. New world...same mentality. Predictable. archebold Death is not a defeat. It is a cure.