It was evening over the city, the time for food and drink to be shared and celebration and good company to be reveled in. A tavern called the Silver Lotus is a popular place on this night, many patrons were drinking and enjoying the evening. Among the patrons were a group who sat apart, taking residence in the corner. This group was celebrating as well, celebrating a job well done.
Yes, Jeremiah Cross smiled as he toasted with his friends. Though they weren't any closer to abolishing slavery they were at least making money for when the time came. Smuggling wasn't exactly the best business but it paid well.
One of his companions, Gregory, let out a contented sigh as he laid back, resting his feet on the table. “Today was good, a relatively easy job with a large payout. Couldn't ask for a better blessing.” At that another companion chimed in. “blegh, not more of your religious babble please.” Catherine was her name. “Hey! I'll believe what I want, just because you don't doesn't mean I should hide my faith.” The man responded. “Don't mean you need to flaunt it either.” At that point Jeremy had had enough. “Alright settle down you two, we're celebrating remember? Let's just enjoy ourselves.” That seemed to placate his companions, at least for a time.
After a few hours of drinking and sharing in each other's company Gregory and Catherine were both headed to bed, looking at Jeremy expecting him to do the same. “I think I'll stay down here awhile longer, go on have a good rest, I'll see you in the morning.” And with that, the hunter was left to reflect on the day's events, and to plan what was to come.