The jester paced around spawn, sword in hand. He heard the grinding as it slid against the stone. It was eerily quiet. All he needed was obsidian. Then, he was out.

He needed to finish the M.O.B., and so here he was.

He could easily rob people. No one would know. He was smart enough. Yet, that seemed a bit cheap. even for him.

He wanted to kill. He wanted to take down someone and take the obsidian himself. If he couldnt take them down, he would do the next best thing.

Manipulate. He would act sad and convince them. It usually worked. Even if that didnt work, he could scam. He was decent at that.

As he thought about who he could prey on, he felt a slight bump on his shoulder. A person had ran into him. He whipped around, shooting them a cold glance. He held his sword up towards them.

"Watch it."