Jake "we will need a fake name for us your spared from this griffon unless your known as the princes head gaurd or something. I will be going under the name of Smith, Jon Smith. Pick a commen human girl name please." Jake sighs as he sees the town oh how he hates seafood. The awful smell the stupid little bones or things between him and actully enjoying the meal. Stupid hobby anyway, you sit there and wait for a fish thats dumb enough to bite a hook. Nothing compared to a life as a merc. Drunken sailors are more or less just fun to tease. Their fault in partaking in the foul drinks of booze and alcohol. Wine is more to his taste it's sweet and almost tastes like necture. Oh necture jakes stomach growls at the thought of food.
(I love seafood>~< why jake.)
(I love seafood>~< why jake.)