"Jake Mastre."<br/><br/>Having come to Goldshire a day early - both to be punctual and to scout the area -, Jake had spent the time doing what normal people did; sitting, drinking, relaxing.  Given time, Jake probably would've been willing to partake in another old ritual that included the company of one of the guards from Stormwind that decided to take a break from city life and hit the more local settlements.  Damn could that armor hide a lot.  Either way, Jake was once again experiencing the nice, easy times that have come ever since he had decided to break from SI:7.<br/><br/>Sure he still took on jobs but the regular outlaws and pirates that he had been dealing with were a far cry from the shuffling dead, the manic prayers of insane cultists, and the ravings of power-hungry necromancers.  Thankfully, he was far away from those here in Elwynn.  In Elwynn there was nothing but cool drinks, fresh spring air, and the living.  Well...excluding the deathknight that was seated not too far away form him.  Okay, so even back in the lands of the Alliance that he served so faithfully there was still some surprises that could be found here and there.<br/><br/>There was the death knight, human in appearance but her flesh lacked any color that the rogue could've only needed that to let him know that it was a walking corpse that he was in the presence of.  If he needed further clues there was the runeblade which he had seen similar examples plenty of times in Northrend as well as her eyes.  Bad memories sought to prop up in his mind concerning the undead but he didn't think he was going to have a problem with working with one of the Knights of the Ebon Blade.<br/><br/>The naga well.....that was going to be an experience.  Jake's assignments usually kept him away from those serpents so he had never had any interactions with them.  Just that they were big, scary, and very, very ill-tempered.  Right now the naga was fitting two of the three descriptions and Jake hoped that the third one won't be a problem.  Still, the very fact that the naga was here gave Jake a benefit of a doubt that it could be more then a mindless beast.<br/><br/>The night elf didn't think so, that much was obvious due to the threats she sent the naga's way.  That was going to be an issue that Jake was going to try and not get in the middle of.  There was another elf that was apparently a part of their group, and Jake had cringed upon the sharp notes of the violin coming to his ears when the bard first appeared.  An instrument of music was a bit out of place considering the instruments of death that were currently in the group's arsenal and Jake could only guess how the elf was possibly going to be useful with that.  Still, Jake's sharp green eyes caught the scimitar and other bladed weapons so he had to assume that the elf had some skill with them.<br/><br/>At first he thought that this was going to be the full makeup of their group if not for one last addition: a troll that had managed to come in unnoticed by the rogue.  Well, she didn't start out as a troll.  She started out as a cat and then turned into a troll which drew raised eyebrows from Jake.  Not so much because she was a troll and that a race usually considered to be a member of the Horde was in Alliance lands (but then again so was a naga so this was hardly that surprising) but, rather, Jake was always amazed by the shapeshifting abilities of druids for surely that was what she was.<br/><br/>That and she was an absolute mess.  While her armor may've been impressive - or at least more impressive then the basic covering that Jake wore over his slim form - if it was in one piece, right now it was torn and ripped and several places.  Jake could see why she would be in this for money.  The rogue tilted his head to the side as he suddenly heard a noise.  The blush that he could barely see on the troll's blue cheeks told him the origin and explanation of the sound.  There was a plate in front of Jake that held a half-eaten piece of venison.  He had been eating before shit suddenly went crazy in the bar, forcing him to retreat to the designated meeting room.  Though he had taken his dinner with him, the start of the meeting had made him forget all about it.<br/><br/>With not-so-discreet movements, Jake slid the plate of venison across the table and to the troll's general direction.<br/><br/>Erma of the Knights of the Ebon Blade, Tygrane of the Silverwing Sentinels - and her pet Chishio -, Charscale the Tidefist, Etheda the Bard, and Mora the Druid.  All with names and fancy titles - a couple with very fancy titles - that would prove interesting company.  This wouldn't be the first time that Jake had teamed up with such company and he could get used to this.  But he wasn't so foolish as to trust everyone here, not so quickly anyway, and when he introduced himself, Jake decided to keep even his own background a secret.<br/><br/>"I'm just a guy that's good with knives, locks, and potions," Jake continued, finishing his introduction.  While he was doing so, he was carefully balancing one of his throwing knives on the index finger of his right hand, keeping the weapon perfectly balanced.  His middle finger came up and over the blade, pushing down so that he was now flipping the small weapon between his fingers, not at all worried that he might cut himself.  When he finished, the knife was once again being balanced but this time by the tip of the blade as Jake carefully held it up, unmoving, with just the tip of his finger.<br/><br/>He was showing off sure, and the cocky grin that caused his green eyes to shine with mirth beneath his black bangs probably didn't help, but Jake liked to make people underestimate him until they had proved themselves to be able to see what he can really do.  He just had to work at it a little more because he didn't have the trait of being exceptionally short and tiny like their employer.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>