Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20170203013433/@comment-31176275-20170203223125

Jimmy had to admit, the alternative sounded pretty nice. The Shambhala were nice people and they had a lovely home up in the Space Needle. They had their differences, obviously, but nothing that couldn't be worked out one way or another. He also had no real obligation or reason to defend Seattle against this whole "prophecy" shtick, given it wasn't exactly his home. But he also figured that ignoring it wasn't the best idea either -- the way the High Lama talked about it made it sound like if this Kheiro dude got it his way, the Shambhala were probably in trouble too. It wouldn't be fair of him to endanger them just because he was too scared to step down from the tower. And he supposed he didn't exactly have anything to lose, either.

"No, Your Holiness," Jimmy answered. "I'll help if I can. I can't say my folks raised me completely right, but if there's one thing that they did do right, it's that they didn't raise Jimmy Hailey to be a little bit-- a coward," he corrected himself. "I'd love to hang out here with all you guys. You've been a lovely crowd. And maybe I'll take you up on that offer if it's still standing when all this is said and done. But until then... I think I'm gonna go fight the good fight, Your Holiness," Jimmy said, rising up onto his feet. "It's been nice, sir, but I think I gotta take a walk down to Pioneer Square. Thank you for your wisdom."