Jake walked into the bar, smiling, as he looked around at the complement. of mages in The Second Chance. It was of a far lower quality than he was used to, but he was here for the company of the other mages he had sensed, after all. He was sure that he could manage in this scrummy little inn. In a purple shimmer, he's seated upon his own expensive mahogany chair in the center, as the table was filled with food, obviously from a high-quality kitchen, still steaming hot. Suddenly, a small group of elves appears on a stage in the corner, playing soft and peaceful tunes, as Jake drinks rich wine from a glass.
"My fellows, so glad to see another mage after so long. And so many. Is there a reason I have to thank for your presence together, or is it merely the hand of fate that has brough you here?" Jake holds out the bottle of wine to the other mages, a clear offer to share his wine and table. "And why would such prodigous mages reside in a slum such as this? I can assure you, there is far better quality to be had even in this small junkyard of a town, although nothing of the like of my table." It was no boast, or at least not stated as such, as Jake seems perfectly confident of the quality of his food and wine.
