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Jam stands in the doorway, one eye on the crowd inside, and one on the street.
"I'll keep an eye on. I'd be forever in your debt if one of you'd toss me a hunk of that bread. I didn't quite make dinner tonight."

Jam exits the alleyway, pulling a harrow card out of his pocket as he goes and pulling red, blue, and yellow sand into the other hand.
"I have one as well, though I don't know how I can be sure one of you didn't send it to me. Call me Burk.", I say as I hold up the card. Let's see what these people are doing here. If Lamm has set a trap, it'd be real neat to get rid of several people at once, and much easier to kill me with friendly-seeming folk.

Perception check to see reactions from others Perception (1d20+2=15)
Edited because I got behind in the thread.

Jam alternately paces and leans against the wall of an alley over-looking the site of the meeting.

"Aye, I'll have a pear. Maybe you're not such a bad guy, Kettering," I say as I sheathe my knife.

A little later...

"Would've thought Theumanexus could do their own work. They have enough eager youths there, don't they? Well, if they pay, I write. You'll have it by the end of the week, sir."

Well, what boring ledger do we have here? What's this? A funny bookmark, maybe?
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Mustn't be hasty! This could be it. But is it a trap? I had better work harder than normal and get out of here. Maybe there's something else in this book that can help me. Have to get ready for this.

Jam examines the book for further clues.
After working til 5:30...
Jam goes home and gathers a cloak and his spell components, and prepares his spells
"I'll be home late. Don't worry about me! Baker was hard on me today and I need a walk!" Pop and mother won't suspect anything, and I'll take care of that bastard Lamm very soon. He needs to pay for the hell he put us through. I hope this isn't another dead end... or a trap.

My papers and desk are a mess from the Osirion's move into our space. Baker had better properly introduce him to all of us if he expects us to put up with this. He's not the only house in town, after all! "Damnable chair", I grumble. It's good I got the hang of getting on top of it or Baker'd still be having a laugh at me every time I fell off. The trick was to put lead weights in the legs of the thing so it wouldn't tip so easily as I climbed it. Baker never noticed. I hope it makes him think he's getting weak in his age.

I begin my work confident that one of these days I would find a gem in the mostly boring clerical work I do. Every man must eat, and that means he must acquire and spend coin. Lamm has been careful, but he owes us for what he did to my family. I don't have a head for tracking down anyone in the streets, nor do I care to put that head on the line talking to roughs in the Shingles. Mustn't dawdle if I want to get out of here on time today.

Ah, off to another day at Baker's Scrivening House off Sunrise. Old man Baker's been on my case lately for coming in late. What can I say? Shandra keeps me up at night. She's nearly twice my height and outweighs me by 80 lbs. She lovingly (I hope) teases me about telling her husband. I prefer a different kind of leverage from her, though. What was I talking about?

Oh yeah. The job at Baker's doesn't pay as well as I would like, but we've saved nearly enough to get out of the flat off the Jeggare. Mother can't stand the fish stink and Pop is constantly reminded of the bad times a year or two back. I love it. It reminds me of the days when I was free and working as a dock rat. Sometimes you need a fellow who can slip into a 10 inch opening and shuffle some crates about. Mother wasn't too pleased by my working there, but it did increase my vocabulary, sometimes to her chagrin.

I saw Shem running off to work the incoming ships this morning. The lad wasn't much bigger than me when we worked at the docks and shared my love of a good trick. Now he's turning into a big fellow and I don't know that I like the changes the hard life is writing on him. He'll still be a good man if I have anything to say about it.

Baker's just hired some Osirion devil to build a printing machine for him. I just happened to glance at the balance sheets when Baker had stepped out for his constitutional one morning and couldn't believe the price he's paying. Pop and mother could be set up very nicely in the Hills for that kind of money. To be rich...

Late again! Baker'll have my hide for sure this time!

Let's get this ball rollin'!

I believe I am done creating this character.