Jahan could not help touching the back of his head, and continuously flinched whenever he poked the growing bump a little too hard. He had gotten a lot of bruises in his life, but for some reason he could not keep his hands off of the ones on his head.<br/>Fortunately for Jahan his heritage was virtually unknown in this part of the world, or someone would have thought up an insult about a monkey picking lice in his fur, and Jahan would have clobbered the man into paste before someone knocked him out again, and Jahan would have to pay for another round of drink as the day's twice-defeated brawler.<br/><br/>In truth Jahan had visually few similarities to a monkey, especially since he was out of his native jungle, and did not swing in the trees, foresting for fruit and berries or bludgeoning a dire antelope for meat. Jahan looked human, only shorter. He reached only slightly above the waist of an average human, and he wore his tube-shaped hat to make himself look bigger, even though it lacked any rigid elements to actually make it stand up-right.<br/><br/>Sir Arathorne was dressed like a knight. Jahan, unwittingly, dressed as an impoverished jester, having sown his cloths himself from whatever rags he could find, and without any sense of color coordination. Lilac and leaf green were the dominant colors, but he had patches of red, yellow, blue and brown mixed into his palette, and if you looked hard enough you could find a tiny, irregular patch of most any other color sown in somewhere.<br/><br/>He shook Arathorne's hand lackadaisically, not because he did not care about the stranger, but because he was disgruntled with having lost the fight. On the other hand, if he managed to make a friend out of the brawl then he had not lost completely; only his pride and his stolen wallet would have been hurt.<br/>Jahan shook hands and, in fact, his hands were one of his few distinct monkey-traits, as they had little tufts of hair on the back, but more telling was that his naked feet bore a striking resemblance to his hands, having a far less elongated shape than the human foot and with longer digits. Human feet were for walking, Jahan's were for brachiation.<br/><br/>And of course there was the tail. Jahan lacked facial hair entirely and there was no tuft of hair sticking up from his patchwork shirt to indicate a manly rug on his chest. He did not have a protruding mouth region or large lips, and his face had less wrinkles than most men. Jahan looked mostly human, only short, if not for the prehensile tail he was currently poking the bump in his head with, as his hands were shaking Arathorne's.<br/><br/>"I'm glad to help. Or I was glad, until I got hit on the head." Jahan flinched unwillingly, but at the right moment to make a point. "But if you wish to prove to them that we are the best fighters in the guild, then I would gladly join you against them again this instant." He smiled widely; his teeth were human.<br/>"Or perhaps we should get our wounds treated first," and he nodded at Kora, whose white robe and gold diadem made her easily recognizable in her profession. He wondered if she charged for wounds as minor as the ones they had received, or if she would just poke fun at them for even bemoaning such scratches. If she offered pity he would reject her instantly.<br/><br/>And then Count Windel announced himself, and Jahan hated him from the third word he uttered, and every word he spoke since only solidified Jahanâ€™s feelings. Jahan refused to shake his hand and just shot him an angry glare, which Jahan, admittedly, was not very good at.<br/>"I've got a tab. I already accepted the mission, and had the quest fee assigned to my name, and will either be deducted directly from my reward on completion or be paid whenever I manage to find the fox and reclaim my money pouch."<br/>Jahan was not good at shooting angry glares because he looked silly in his over-sized hat, but he was good at making his voice angry. "I guess that means we are on the same quest, but I don't own you a coin, and you will receive exactly the same percentage of the 24 platinum as the rest of us, and if your highness feels he has an inherent right to more and makes off with the reward, then I'll put my fox-hunt on hold and track you down, you greedy, high-born son of a bitch. In factâ€¦"<br/>Jahan signalled for the Miles to come over, and then spoke directly to him. â€œMiles, should I against all expectations and prior experiences be incapacitated and unable to claim the reward of the mermaid quest then I want my share of the reward divided to every member<span style="font-style: italic">except</span>the count.â€<br/>And Jahan smiled mockingly at Windel before once again shaking Arathorneâ€™s hand and proclaiming that he was glad to be team-mates.