<span class="bbc_u"><strong>Character's Name: "Jolly Jack"</strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Location: The Starting Point Tavern</strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>With whom: Johara, some warriors at the table</strong></span><br/>"...Go on, why don't'cha, the songstress would make for a pretty bird, eh?" Jack was saying to one of his companions, pepping him and pushing him to go on and do something besides pine. "You can't just sit around, waitin' for a lovely lass to fall into your lap. You've got to make a go for the treasure, lad." Jack would say, his voice perhaps loud enough for Johara to hear him; especially since he had said this mere moments before she had so gracefully fallen right onto his lap.<br/><br/>The sudden arrival of the beauty stirred plenty of laughter from the others, precisely because of what Jack had said only moments ago.<em> "Well, ain't that some kind of luck?" </em>One of the warriors said, while Jack took a moment to admire the woman whom was in his lap. She might feel a bit of cold metal, depending on how she landed; Jack was carrying his dagger, after all, so it was entirely possible that her landing would result in the cool, leather-wrapped hilt or metal pommel touching her skin.  Then again, she might very well be graceful enough to have avoided those small protrusions.<br/><br/>Jack, with a wide and honestly joyful smile, seemed more than happy to rise from his seat, trailing after the lass without need of her encouragements. "T'would be an honor, beauty." Their seemed to be a genuine warmness and mirth coming from the man, no false pretenses designed to hide sorrows here.<br/><br/>His own clothing, she may note, is a compliment to her own; darker shades of blue, perhaps, but blue nonetheless, with snow-white accents. He also seemed to have no cloak, just the solid looking clothes; and a bandanna besides, which wrapped around his head, hiding his hair and ears.  If she hadn't noticed it before, she might be able to see a slight bulge along his left side, his dagger being concealed from idle eyes. Given the company he shared, though, and his physique, it should not seem out of place; the beauty might very well mistake him for a caravan guard or mercenary, given the company he had previously been in.<br/><br/>"Folks call me Jolly Jack, though you may call me whatever pleases you." He would say, with ample charm that was enhanced by his warm, vibrant personality.