Jason kept up the caravan easily; having joined up for mutual protection since he was going the same way. For him, it was time to get out of Neverwinter; the guards and law enforcement was getting too wary of him and he couldn't even find a place to relax anymore. It had been time to move right along and while his goal was not Phandalin; it was close enough that he could make his way from there.  He was dressed in dark blue, black and deepest purple clothing with a cloak drawn about him with the hood down. Not to hide his face; but to keep the glare out of his eyes, reddened from a night of drinking before. He'd already gotten rid of the worst of his hangover but that stout dwarven ale always left him a bit bleary the next day.<br/><br/>He muttered to himself, having no opinion of the rest of the group. He was, however, watching them closely trying to figure out their vocations and skills.  Eventually he pulled his hood away with a tanned ochre-colored hand tipped in short black claws with small bits of matching scaling along the back of his hand. His bloodline ran strong in him and despite being a half-elf; he still bore many minor draconic traits.<br/><br/>Jason kept slightly behind the ground but matched their pace, why? Because if they got ambushed he wouldn't be right in the thick of it immediately.