Jay watched carefully, even if it may not have seemed that way, as Terran lead Jace over to the table near the fireplace and set the girl down. He leaned against the bar almost carelessly, obviously  feeling more comfortable in this inn than he had been previously when wandering about outside. In here it was quiet, dim, and there were hardly any people really. Aside from the owner behind the bar, and the barmaid who was now wandering about and handing out ales, there was only one other person. A woman was seated at the table where Jace was now resting, and for a moment, she caught Jay's attention. Her movements caught his eye, and he watched curiously as she put something away in a bag near her seat. Hm, it looked like writing material. The girl was scribe? Curious occupation for someone way out here, he thought.<br/><br/>Just as his curiousity hit a peak, the barmaid wandered over to him and offered him a mug. He grinned, catching the coy smirk on the woman's face and gently took the ale from the plate she was carrying.<br/>"Many thanks, my lady." He said with a small nod, still grinning a bit as he took a large swig. He sighed afterwards. The ale wasn't the greatest in the world, but he had had worse before. He was going to need at least two more to feel anything close to the southern warmth he'd grown up in. After the long trek this far north, Jay almost felt as if the cold weather had embedded itself underneath his skin so he would always be cold. He took another gulp, hoping the alcohol would chip some of that away.<br/><br/>As Jace called out for more ale, Jay couldn't help but laugh a bit. He wandered over to Terran, hearing the last snip of the man's conversation with the inn keeper.<br/>"Always two steps ahead aye?" Jay asked before leaning back against the bar again to keep an eye on the girl. "This Jace is going to be a handful if she can't handle the ale she's calling for now." Jay said, smirking as he drank up the last bit of his mug and placed it, empty, on the counter.