[h2][right][color=#89d5d2][b]Jean Bernard[/b][/color][/right][/h2]
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	Jean sat at the bar not in any real hurry to do anything. He did listen in as the others talked about the upcoming rescue. He was worried that such talk might make the locals nervous, like perhaps there was some kind of threat just living in their backyard, but no one reacted negatively. If anything, they were more disturbed by the sudden influx of outsiders than anything that might already be living close to town. They brought up some interesting points, such as how the noblewoman only came to town and visited the ruins with only the one knight. Something the Captain already confirmed, but it felt different coming from the barkeep. Maybe because he had witnessed the lady first hand and knew for sure just how little an entourage she had. Given her status and how remote the town was, if any ne’er-do-well was prepared enough, holding the lady hostage would not be that unthinkable a task.

	Jean shook his head mildly. If something of that nature actually happened, a ransom note or at least some evidence of nature of the lady’s disappearance. But the other point of the Duke’s whereabouts, well, Jean couldn’t understand the responsibilities of a duke. He’s met fathers who would risk their own lives to save their families. He has also met others who would do what they can, but not that far. There are all sorts, some kind, others practical, and few malicious. When the conversations started dying down, Jean jolted as his name was called.

	“Oh, uh. If she wouldn’t mind the company.” said Jean to Sonia as the horned woman quickly turned to leave the tavern. Jean raised his hand, and waved her off before he stood from his seat and took the one Sonia was just occupying. “Hey, I’m Jean, and I also plan on joining the rescue attempt. I hope you don’t mind that I was listening to you talk. I’ve got your back no matter what happens.” Jean’s eyes wandered to Engie whom he met before with Sonia. Kaelara asked about the silver haired girl’s luggage reminded Jean of the payload she so nonchalantly declared. So far nothing blew up, so it seemed Engie’s care with explosives was not as explosive as her language when talking about them.