Jackson had already begun winning over the crowd, like a politician on the campaign trail. Jenkii followed close behind, though she knew her tongue would be of little use here.
Radimir of Netherdemon Sanctum, however, felt his instincts prickle. Something was happening, and he had no intention of being the one left out.
Being shameless by nature, he slipped up beside Jackson and draped an arm around him, leaning in with barely moving lips and a voice pitched low.
"Brother Jackson, you know me, I know you. Grant me this little favor, eh?"
Jackson turned to look at him. The man was acting as if they had been brothers since the womb. Still, Radimir was a sect master's direct disciple, so some face had to be given.
"Do you need to say such things to me?" Jackson asked, wounded warmth all over his face. "Are you not my friend? Do you think I would hide things from my friends? Am I, Jackson, that kind of person in your eyes?"
