<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/17/LucasDeviRP.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Jacob Scars<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Windhaven’s<br/><strong>Time:</strong>A dark and stormy night.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Penny, Bren, Open<br/><strong>Mentioned</strong>: Grace and Alexis<hr/><br/>Cue the random wizard wandering in out of the rain to screw up people's electronics, but at least Jacob had the foresight to travel Seattle with an umbrella. Of course, that didn't mean that it hadn't blow inside out at some point during his nightly jaunt around town, but it was nothing that a warming spell or a nice pint or five of beer couldn't help with. The dark haired wizard deposited his umbrella at the door, but kept his trench coat on for the hell of it. It concealed his blasting rod and whatever else the man might have had tucked away from prying eyes, and wore it more as extra security even though it was unlikely for something to happen in a place that acted as a safe haven for the Accords. One wrong move would have a half a dozen kinds of beings pissed all ways to  the Nevernever with you. And worse, probably banned from Windhaven for life. The idea set a small shudder through Jacob, but to someone looking at him from a distance they would probably just think he was cold, and not entertaining grim thoughts.<br/><br/>Thankfully, unlike the other recent patrons, Jacob entered the establishment was a reasonably normal person and surprisingly without a bang that was almost common place with him. But perhaps he found the bartender - well, one of them - pretty easy on the eyes and didn't want to land himself in a bad spot if she had some information to peddle like the man that used to won the place. To say he was a little disheartened at her absence was an understatement, but at least he didn't blanch as badly as he thought at spotting Grace off in the distance. He offered a noncommittal nod from where he stood and entertained the thought of joining the group while his feet were already drawing him closer without him realizing it.<br/><br/>Jacob changed course to the bar counter at the last moment however, about when he noticed that grace already had company, and found himself a stool or three away from Bren. She was just telling Penny about how a duck was seeking sanctuary from the rain under an awning as he reached inside his coat for a ten in his wallet.<strong>"Rum, tall, no lime,"</strong>Jacob order mechanically, only to smile wryly while he slouched in an attempt to 'blend' in with the other barflies. Given his height - at six foot four inches - the man was hard not to notice even when it depended on his life.<strong>"Maybe it didn't know how to swim,"</strong>he finally added conversationally to Bren when his drink arrived, enjoying the burn it left as he drained the highball glass. He was, of course, talking about the duck. But then again, it could have been a metaphor even though it really wasn't.