<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, open</strong></span><br/><br/>Yes, it seemed that Jack knew that the best course of action was to stick with the facts, and not blow things out of proportion; he knows all too well what can happen when one has said they are capable of more than they truly are.  It would explain any of the small scars on his arms, white with age, that speaks of some violence or trauma in his youth.<br/><br/>When he saw her eyes light up, practically gleaming like the gold that the fabled city was said to be made of, his smile, which had been omni-present, managed to grow into a carefree grin, his mouth wide open as if in silent joy or laughter. "Ahh, a woman after my own heart! Now, that's something to drink to." He says with his usual mirth, bringing his tankard up to his lips, and taking a good, long drink of the warmed, spiced ale.<br/><br/>"Oh, I came to town a little ways back with some fellows.  I decided to stick around for the festivities, as I figured it was as good a way as any to spend my coin and relax.  Once it's all settled down, and the city-wide hangover passes, it'll be off to looking for work, though." He would say with a nod of his head. "Lucky me, that I came when I did, as I still have my room. I dare say their isn't a free one in the city itself."<br/><br/>He paused to have another sip of his drink, before posing the very same question to her. "And what brings you here, my dear?  Work, fun... or, perhaps, a bit of both?" Curiosity seemed to be a trait they both possessed, in more or less equal proportions.