Jester regarded the listing that Joey had forwarded him, rereading the short lines as though they'd diverge more intelligence the longer he regarded them. Subtle humor. What did he mean? Everyone has their own definitions of both of those. Sure, Jester considered himself a funny guy. He enjoyed sarcasm, witty repartee, and the sort of thrilling humor that came from trading verbal blows with a worthy opponent.

Still, not everyone thought that was quite subtle. His personal tastes were rather straightforward; cleverness and wit amused him, in most forms. The elf enjoys seeing people one-up others, verbally or otherwise, and getting chances to do so himself is a similarly pleasing experience. The stark contrast of victory and defeat makes him chuckle, juxtaposed against each other as they often are.

The mystic adept registers his profile for the job, deciding that if the Johnson has a problem with his sense of humor the worst he can do is not hire him. He then sets an alarm for 6 AM the following morning and rings up his fixer.

[b]"Hey, Joey. What can you tell me about this Johnson who wants a flag planted?"[/b]

Jester, throwing knife alchemical mysad. Infiltration and some fancy combat tricks with enchanted knives.

[[6d6>5 what Joey knows]] [[10d6>5 what he'll tell me for free]] +/u/rollme