[url=http://ebonfort.wikia.com/wiki/File:Jakobi.png]Jakobi[/url] was quite bored. He'd recently just finished some work here in Ruby Banks, and was now enjoying a nice flagon of Schlock's Shlappin' Lager, a specialty of this particular tavern. It was quite nice, he always came for it when work brought him this way. He sat with his back to the wall, watching everyone in the tavern and their ongoings. It was both a hobby and a work habit. He remembered Eirlandria, the buxom white elf serving lass. She was one of the only serving girls that was genuinely wholesome around here. Most of the other ladies were anything but, often very promiscuous or outright prostitutes. Jakobi found her quite interesting for how different she was. Interesting people were the best to keep tabs on.

He could see that Ser Lennon had found himself under yet another lass' wiles. He was the lowest ranking of knight, relegated to simple guard duty. A good guy he was, if also quite, well, dumb. He watched him and the half breed woman for a bit, her movements clearly pained and forced. It was rather obvious she was sore or injured and was trying to hide it, unsuccessfully it seemed, as now Ser Lennon was shouting for a doctor, or a healer. Jakobi snorted. There was only one healer, Sera Amaretta, and she was in the capital. And hardly anyone knew about her, especially not some low level knight out in the villages.

He watched the woman slump out of the tavern, and had a plan forming in his mind. He had an interesting relationship with Sera Amaretta, and he always liked having new contacts, especially ones that owed him. Yes, this would do just fine. He silently moved from his seat and out the back door of the tavern, guessing that she'd be just around the corner, before the alley. She wasn't moving quickly with her injuries after all. He had a pension for being the mysterious guy, it was more of a good business tactic than a natural effect for him. He moved up the alley and found a nice crate to sit upon. He then started whistling a faint, haunting melody. He let it carry through the air, his ears able to hear the woman's exasperated breathing around the corner. He reached into his coin pouch and pulled out a few silvers. He then flipped one out of the alley, making sure to let it hit a small rock on the ground, for the extra plinking sound. He then increased the sound of whistling again, and followed it up with another coin, another plink, more whistling. 

[color=8882be][i][b]"I can get you fixed up by a proper Healer, for a favor."[/b][/i][/color]