Jason Monroe, late of the schooner Wave Runner stepped into the common room of the inn and met the glares of the two bouncers with one of his own. It never paid to let anyone believe that you were any less of a threat to them as they were to you... but he rarely got into trouble in inns... it was taverns that he found trouble and usually it wasn't all his fault.<br/><br/>He pulled his widebrimmed, brilliantly pplumed hat from his dark hair and let it rotate in his fingers as he nodded to the grils and gave them a mischievous smile; his dark goatee making the smile even more roguish than it already was... but he wasn't her for the companionship any more than he was to cause trouble... or the drink.<br/><br/>He crossed the floor and leaned over and whispered in the halfling's ear and waited for the halfling to respond. It didn't take long as he was escorted up the stairs and into the room. "Well," he said finally, his voice a surprisingly deep baritone, "I guess that I'm first... what will my friends say about such a scandelous event."<br/><br/>He waved the halfling off and noted the muffled sound of his boots as he took a chair that allowed him to keep his back to a wall and facing the door. Then, he pulled a blade from his boot and speared a slice of ham, a chunk of cheese and took a mug of mead before leaning back in his chair; his booted feet sliding up to rest on the corner of the table. He sighed as he brought the dagger to his lips and took a bite from the ham and chewed with deliberate ease as he waited to see what would happen, his hat resting on the toe of his boots.