Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20140119184840/@comment-12599067-20140127030106

(Meanwhile, I'm running errands for Neloth all because I really want my new Dark Elf to have some Telvanni Robes.)

Every once in a while, Jack would look up from his writing to find that the patrons were singing loudly or that there was a drunken brawl occuring, but usually it was just watching people file in and out of the inn. One thing never changed, however. Whenever he looked up, Raelynn was always sitting on the corner, looking very depressed. After a long moment of writing, he sighed and tucked his journal away, having a feeling he was going to end up regretting what he was about to do, and rose from his seat. He then walked across the room and took a seat at Raelynn's table, sitting on the opposite side of the table and arching an eyebrow at the Imperial.

"What's got you so depressed?" he asked in a tone that made it hard to tell if he was being serious or being sarcastic.