Bastion nods and looks at the other two. "I will be in touch," he says simply. Not waiting for a response, although he would stop if asked, he makes for the shadows and vanishes from sight yet again.<br/><br/>Not long after, more than a few street vendors experience the theft of some rather choice bits of their inventory. Bastion sets up camp half a mile outside Nexus and enjoys his unlawfully procured meal. ((I buy enough successes with Second Larceny to make the thefts and use my anima power and the rest of my dicepool to crush any attempts to catch me in the act)) Today's repast is a lovely bit of lamb with mint, two apples, three large carrots, and a cinnamon sweetroll.