Dressed in dark jeans, a green T-shirt, and his usual leather jacket, Jacob arrived at the Haven quite punctually.  Much as he disliked getting up early (for so 9 AM was, in a college student's eyes), if there was one thing he knew about being Gurahl, it was not shirking his duties.<br/><br/>Even if he was working for a Wyrm-eaten corpse.<br/><br/>Tiredly, he strode into the club through the side door, glancing around at the decor with disinterest.  He picked a table and sat down to wait, keeping a reasonably pleasant expression on his face even as he quietly cursed his luck.