Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20131223145721/@comment-12599067-20131226023918

(That would be correct. I'm not going to let Jack miss out on a sarcastic comment if he can get one.)

Jack stepped in behind Anwen and vanished in his introvert-in-the-background kind of style, waving for Daithi to take a seat next to him. The inn was nicer than many a tavern he had seen in Cyrodiil, and even though quite a few of the patrons were obviously drunk, the room still kept an orderly air. Jack ordered a bottle of wine and eyed a group of Thalmor soldiers, one or two of whom was intoxicated to the point of unconsciousness, and smiled. With luck, they could learn what they needed and be gone before the night was over.

The barkeep came over with his wine and Jack simply took a sip, waiting for Anwen to make her move.