Devon sat at the bar, ordering himself some rum to drink. Looking behind himself, the pale man noticed Jack immediately. 

He stood out like a sore thumb, his armor, and his documents scattered about before him. This man wanted to explore by the looks of things.

The thought had crossed Devon's mind immediately; he needed someone to travel with. Devon needed a party of his own if he intended to be successful. Being lost wasn't something he was used to, but all the same, he didn't want to be alone when he tried to discover his true lineage. 

Devon must have been staring for quite some time as he noticed a few people glance in his direction. Devon turned and took a drink of his rum. He wasn't sure he wanted to bother the knight, but in the same instance, he was curious if he'd help.