Jake spat at the adjacent brick wall and lurched himself forward. He exited the alley and meandered down the sidewalk. His icy eyes picked up the sight of a tavern sign. Propelled by his animal-like instincts, he turned sharply and ducked through the entrance. The shock of green that was his mohawk contrasted with the dim lighting. His boots scuffed the floor heavily as he moved. Stopping in a far corner of the room, he sat and watched. His elbows found the table, hands resting on his forearms, and he leaned forward.