[Oh lovely. THEM again. For all that Arno's danced around potential involvement with the snakes, just to have a potential in that he can use if things get rough, they're not exactly his favorite people by a fairly wide margin. The fact they're apparently taking to the roofs themselves, when he's mostly been using those as a means of keeping tabs on everything where he might, doesn't bode well for anyone, really. It's a vantage point he'll have lost, and it gives them yet another advantage that they hardly even need.
He's kept an eye on things from the ground so far, but it's when their target drops that things become more interesting than yet another thing about this place that leaves him muttering darkly and wanting to shake his head. The way he moves, the where he moves, are pretty clear markers straight away. Whoever he is, exactly, doesn't matter so much at the moment, and he's looking for distraction opportunities while the other man attempts to blend.]
THERE!
[He's calling that one out both in the common tongue and kedanese, one of the few words of it he's managed to pick up, then jogging toward the snakes in question, trying his best to look like a loyal suckup as he can right now. And pointing toward the alleys leading away from that crowd]
The man you were pursuing. Through the alley, this way! We may yet be able to head him off!
[He's tossing the words off over his shoulder, sprinting in the same direction as he's pointed, looking for all the world as though he's in pursuit himself. As long as he can direct them away from the crowd, it should give Whoever He Is a chance to escape. As far as getting rid of them, and out of the snipe hunt himself, Arno's turned enough ankles in his day that it's easy to fake one a few minutes of running later, and a simple matter of blending with the crowd himself, while he's satisfied the Snakes are still looking in another dimension entirely.
Now, to see if he can spot the man in question once again. After all, he's got a vestd interest, now.]
Fancy meeting you here!
He's kept an eye on things from the ground so far, but it's when their target drops that things become more interesting than yet another thing about this place that leaves him muttering darkly and wanting to shake his head. The way he moves, the where he moves, are pretty clear markers straight away. Whoever he is, exactly, doesn't matter so much at the moment, and he's looking for distraction opportunities while the other man attempts to blend.]
THERE!
[He's calling that one out both in the common tongue and kedanese, one of the few words of it he's managed to pick up, then jogging toward the snakes in question, trying his best to look like a loyal suckup as he can right now. And pointing toward the alleys leading away from that crowd]
The man you were pursuing. Through the alley, this way! We may yet be able to head him off!
[He's tossing the words off over his shoulder, sprinting in the same direction as he's pointed, looking for all the world as though he's in pursuit himself. As long as he can direct them away from the crowd, it should give Whoever He Is a chance to escape. As far as getting rid of them, and out of the snipe hunt himself, Arno's turned enough ankles in his day that it's easy to fake one a few minutes of running later, and a simple matter of blending with the crowd himself, while he's satisfied the Snakes are still looking in another dimension entirely.
Now, to see if he can spot the man in question once again. After all, he's got a vestd interest, now.]