"Ah, Jacob Heron," the bartender said with a shrug, watching her eyes as her hands move and leaving his own hands mostly still for her.  "He's one of those legends, you know?  Probably never actually existed, but maybe a hundred years or so ago, found all sorts of magical treasures and hid them throughout the area.  According to the legends, you need some sort of special map to find them, or some such."  He leaned closer in towards her, his accent suddenly changing to mimic that of an old-fashioned pirate.  "Ye really do like the pirates, don't ye, lass?  I might have a costume upstairs for ye to come and see."<br/><br/>The man reminiscent of an 8-ball kept on watching Alexkay, and gestured to one of the waitresses as she came by, smacking her on the tush as she left.  The woman soon came up and placed some sort of lime green drink down for Alexkay to try.  "8-Ball wants to know if you'd like to come and have a drink with him," she said, a bit nervous.  "He also said he'll pay double whatever you're used to."