Jethro follows the rest of the group towards the tavern. He was grateful someone knew their way around at least it seemed that way. Jethro knew for damn sure he wasn't about to ask for directions. Surely as an outsider it wouldn't be out of place, but Jethro was a prideful man, more or less. Once inside the tavern Jethro's smile went wide. If there was once thing he enjoyed in life it was a busy tavern. Drinks, laughter, and merrimaking all around. Seeing the dancing he couldn't help himself. Turning to Jakar, Jethro said, "Order me the biggest draft of mead they got. I'll be back. The dance floor is screaming my name." A moment later he was back on the main floor searching for an unoccupied maiden to dance with. A minute or so passed before a Dwarf female caught his eye. A little older than him by his estimate, but perfect non the less. Approaching her he scooped her up and waltzed her onto the dance floor. "Greetings milady, sorry to surprise you, but you looked like you liked to dance." Said Jethro politely in dwarvish with as charming a smile as he could muster.