The one that had walked up and said a brief statement to the latest man and then greeted everyone suddenly up and left without warning, walking out of the makeshift door. Jacobson watched the man leave, wondering why he decided to leave as suddenly as he had appeared. After a few seconds, he realized that there were more important things to think about. He turned to the pale man that had joined him and Alex. One thing that struck him as off was his one eye, as discolored as it was. 

     [color=gold]"So, I never caught your name. What skills do you have, how would you carry yourself in a group?"[/color] Jacobson poured himself some whiskey and took a sip, savoring the burn. He might actually be able to get a group together that would be able to hold their own. Considering he was originally thinking only one or two people would show up, this was a better turnout than expected.