Name: Jack Mason<br/>Tags: Rutilus, Marc, Ayr, Zed, Nick.<br/><br/>The thought of crushing a group of dwarves held no great pleasure or pain for him. He had no feelings towards the species in general, they simply were. Like prey to the wolf, he wouldn't pity their fate. Only accept it. Jack kept a curious eye on the Nymph, not sure what to think of the woman. If he had learned anything, it was that a woman's lips and a woman's hips could be the greatest weapon in the world. It certainly got to him ten years ago. He spoke to Marc first. Deciding to say his piece. "I will do what's required, I owe you a hell of a debt, one I can't fulfil with any singular job or wish. If you need me to play muscles, I'll do it. Keep me flooded with Booze and women, I'd probably walk with you into the depths of the Angel's nest and kill for you..." With a pause, and a grin that was damn near bestial, Jack showed off a mouth full of razor sharp fangs, each of which looked capable of slicing through flesh with ease. "...I'd walk into the Brother's nest for free though. I need to carve the last 10 years into their flesh."<br/><br/>He turned to Ayr next, hearing words about weapons and troops and other things that usually cramped his style. Nothing that concerned him too much: he decided to indulge the man. "I'll not need any kit. I think I'm going to go with my own two claws for this fight. No disrespect, Archon." He nodded politely to the Archon, like the Kitsune below, he had a sort of almost brotherly respect for any Canine species. The Archon had the face of a dog, he smelt similar to a dog, thus, he had a respect for him. Although if he tried to do anything close to 'dominance', Jack was liable to rip it off.<br/><br/>Turning back to Marc, he smiled again, his teeth back to a more normal, pearly white, blunt, human set of teeth. He stretched slightly, as if bored of waiting, as if this little scrap was a ten year warm up after a too long Hiatus. "Marc, I have two little questions for you. One, how's the moon tonight? And two, Do you want fatalities? The easiest way to start a war would be for me to rip off the little Dwarf's head off, mount it on a spike and brand it with the Unleashed's mark."<br/><br/>He hadn't said much to Rutilus or Nick. Simply because there was not much to say. They would fight together, they would make people bleed together, but they probably wouldn't have much to chat about. It didn't help Jack was a little rusty at small talk. It wasn't his thing. Nick seemed eager to make good cash, and Rutilus seemed eager to fit in.