Jerome walked along the shore, nodding to a man and a woman as he passed, the man smelled funny, more like a cat really, and the woman smelled of the deep... he almost smiled at the joke before him and wondered if the humour was only seen by he.  A cat and a fish talking as friends... he actually smiled at the idea before quickly stoicizing his face once more.  He walked boldly on, not caring for whom saw him or smelled his presence.  He was here as a friend and not an enemy so stealth was not necessary.  He found a large group of people gathered here at the shore of the lake and stood on its edge.  He did not want to join as he knew none of them, yet they were indeed enjoying themselves immensely.  He decided to wait until the dragoons were done with their speaking, he had plenty of time and patience.