The merchant listened to what the shadow had to say with a bit of a silly grin under his mask. Then as he left and the Rain Spider was acquitted to his own devices. Jira took the time to look around without any particular interest. He'd slept in spookier places before, even a few haunted ones if his need for shelter was far too great. His green eyes swept over the array of faces in mild fascination. These characters... they were so strange. So unlike him. He had to consider why he was here. What in the grand scheme of things could he possibly mean to this world? Would he be a grand hero? The idea of this, to be an elegant participant in the grandeur of legends, left Jira raw with the emotion of the pressure that came with such an honorable responsibilty.

For about 5 seconds.

Then he plopped down on his ass with a shrug and pulled out his lute to practice as he waited for something to happen. 
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