Walking down the streets one day, Jack noticed a letter was put in his pocket unnoticed. It told him to go to the Green End Bar because someone required some special service or something. So, grabbing a few of his belongings from his "new" apartment, Jack set off to find the bar. Being "exiled" from your high class family ends up cutting the amount of money one can come across, and so Jack only had what he took when he left; he had enough money for a decent apartment, some furniture, and a few...other things, such as continuing his schooling for a few more years.<br/><br/>Figuring he might get paid handsomely for this job, Jack thought maybe he would be able to afford learning another affinity once he finished mastering light. He was practically a grand master in air magic because he possessed such skill manipulating it that he did not need words, signs, or anything. He wasn't that skilled yet with light magic, but knowing Jack, he would probably see similar results.<br/><br/>After walking for what felt like hours, and asking a few people, Jack was able to find the Green End Bar. Luckily for Jack, he was able to keep clean, fresh air around him so that he wouldn't have to take in any of the stench pervading the area. He walked up to the bar, showing the barkeeper who had just returned from outside the letter he was handed. The man rolled his eyes as he led Jack through a door.<br/><br/>The cramped hallway seemed to just barely let the barkeep walk through it. As Jack walked through the doorway he saw a staircase to his right and  a long bare hallway leading back to a single door at the end. The barkeeper walked up to the door and slid a card past a scanner before opening the door and standing to the side.<br/><br/>"Wait in here and don't break anything." The barkeeper growled trying to seem intimidating. Jack drew lightning around his hand, startling the barkeeper because he didn't verbally cast a spell, and the barkeeper quickly returned to the bar. He walked into the office looking around as the barkeep closed the door. There was a desk, and two chairs in front of it. And a man sitting against the wall appearing to be asleep. But judging by how the bartender had just come back, Jack figured the man wasn't really asleep.<br/><br/>"You here for the reason I think you are? A letter you just found, saying to come here?"