((OOC: DM post))

Jakaar was slightly taken aback by the abrupt interruption from the paladin, although that seemed more due to the abrasive nature of his demands than any attempt to elicit fear. With half of his assailants turning away from him, the dragonborn smiled and stepped back onto his box, but was interrupted again by the damned tiefling. Worse, she did bring up some good points.

"Listen, I don't just do this for the coin, although that's certainly a boon. Our leader has claimed to have met this witch himself, and passed this information on firsthand." Jakaar fumbled through his robes as if he were looking for something, and after a few seconds, withdrew a piece of parchment from an inner pocket. "Here. This is where you can find us. I was sent to find recruits for our circle, but... perhaps you can be good recruits and also a friend in the future, no?"

The top of the parchment boasted a sigil followed by an address to a cathedral in one of the southern districts of the city. The bottom of the page held the current date and an invitation to participate in "a ceremony you will never forget." 

The dragonborn smoothed his robes and glanced over the now dispersed crowds. "If you'll excuse me, I must return to 'losing my dignity,' as you so bluntly put it. Perhaps I shall see you tonight. [i]Woe betide those who ignore my call![/i]" Jakaar resumed barking his message, apparently ignoring the group for now.