Jack looked to the group and smiled to himself, this was by all means the most colorful group that he had ever run with in the past. Never once did he expect to be grouping up with a Tiefling, a Priest, a Halfling and a whip wielding elf. And that's not to mention the talking horse standing outside. How could you forget a talking horse?<b>"Well, if the rumors are true, we may as well rest up before heading out."</b>he suggested. If just half of the rumors he had heard was true, their mettle, skill and discipline was about to be tested once they entered that Tower.<br/><br/>He would though follow the group, should they decide to go now. Being a more mundane man than the rest, he didn't need to prepare spells or check supplies, he had his scaled armor underneath, his shield on his back and his sword at his side. That was all Jack needed to be dangerous. And as he stood there, waiting for the the group to make a decision, he flexed. Preparing should the group decide to move out. His muscles bulging and relaxing, visible even beneath the metal scales covering his torso.<b>"So, where's the entrance to this Tower?"</b>he finally asked while running his hand through his long jet black hair.