Beads of sweat dribbled down Jurante's face. He laughed and wiped at his forehead, "Prolly shouldn't 'ave had that much t'drink fore running, eh?" The pirate looked down at Rook circling the building. He chuckled and looked over at Viola, "That's one part o' the battle done. He'll prolly run fer a few circles then chase after us once we start movin'."
The pirate looked at the little girl hoisted under his arm. He reached for his pouch and grabbed his flask. He unscrewed the top with only his thumb and index finger, took a swig from it and let out a breath of satisfaction. "Now that I'm refueled, let's say we get to th' safe house, eh?"
Jurante attempted to put the flask back, but instead it tumbled downwards towards Rook. "No! Me al-key-hol!"
Clicking his tongue a few times, he took out the letter and gave it to Viola. "Now listen here, lass. Listen very, very closely." He pointed in a direction, a few building over, a ladder on the side of the building could be seen. "Climb down thar, I'll keep him distracted so you'll be safe, ask fer directions to that address, and ask fer Reyain. You are with Jurante Caedo, alright? Tha's who y'know, me, Jurante. Trust me, I will meet you there in twenty minutes. Go go go!"
He set the girl on the ground and swan dived off the rooftop. During his descent, Jurante flipped himself upright onto a cloth overhanger which barely bore his weight. He sprungboard off of it and tumbled towards Rook before getting to his feet again. Between him and Rook, his flask of alcohol laid in the streets.
"Now boyo, I know what yer thinking, and yes, I am Jurante 'Quick Hands' Caedo, and no, y'don't have a chance. All I want, is me flask back, and we can walk away from this, alright?" Jurante cricked his fingers, staring at his opponent. "No one's done anythin' wrong, so there be no point in gettin' riled up."