Jason was amused by the halfling's actions when he arrived, and as the guest of honor finally arived, he was concerned that there may be a giant in the room instead of a man. Nothing offered had changed that impression, but as long as steel wasn't drawn, he would let the world deal with itself.<br/><br/>He had finished his meal, and after cleaning his dagger on the squares of cloth offered for wiping mouth and such, he resheathed the dagger in it's boot sheath and leaned back to listen, his wide brimmed hat twirling on a fingertip lazily as his eyes guaged the expressions of each of the people present.<br/><br/>When the talking was done, Jack angled his head a little to the left and looked at the big man, "You lay quite a task at the feet of strangers, but I've seen stranger things happen, so that doesn't bother me." He stroked the dark goatee that framed his mouth in thought for a moment, "I must place one condition on the table, there may be more as we speak further, but this one is non-negociable, I'm afraid." He dropped his feet and let the chair legs thump, surprisingly quietly to the floor as he leaned forward to place his elbows on the table; his hands lifting to form a triangle of pressed palms. He looked at the big man over his fingertips, "I require the names of everyone who I must work with. Years of life in tight confines and life or death struggles has taught me that people who do not offer a name or even a greeting upon meeting are often not to be trusted..." The words were light, but his blue eyes stayed on the giant man, "Besides, I'm sure that the gentlemen and lady at the table would quickly grow tired of the names I would give them for a lack of another."