Ned Wynert? Impressed? I'll believe it when I see it. [Jacob reached over and tipped Ned's hat forward before sauntering down the street. The groups of Rooks grew more frequent the further they went, coincidentally closer to Southwark. Did he pile them all in Ned's district for protection?

Maybe. Come to one of his shitty hideouts, that's where they'd going.] They'd use these things to come after me, like I wouldn't just shove them off. But I like to sit out here, sometimes. When Evie's convinced I'm wrecking all of London. Or I can't find you to bother.