Jakob picked the damp flyer from the wet glass, flicking off the wetness as he took a couple of gulps of his own drink. Apparently someone was in need of bounty hunters and the pay was good. He swung around in his seat, taking another copious gulp of his drink until his eyes fell upon the pair stood by the bounty board. There was a young woman and an older man who were both penning their names down. [I]Why not? I do need the cash. I might even make a couple of friends.[/I] Jakob thought, hoping it wasn't the alcohol talking already. He placed down his drink and borrowing a pen from the bartender, made his way across to the notice board cheerily. 

"Can I squeeze in?" Jakob asked, sliding between the woman and man as she introduced herself to him. The woman seemed dressed a bit too grandoise, and looked quite comical with half of her face covered by a big, black witchy hat. Maybe she was just pleased to be a Witch. That could explain why the uncovered part of her face looked so smug. The older man just seemed tired, much like he didn't even want to be here but might have just wanted to drown his sorrows. 
Jakob scrawled down his signature and looked back over the other two. "You both must be crazier than me. It's taken me half a double vodka to sign up to chasing down some murderer, but you haven't even been to the bar yet. I'm very impressed." Jakob chuckled, extending his hand so his drink would return to him from the bar.