[@SunsetRoses][@Mr_pink]

Jackal gave her a rather overconfident and cocky grin. [color=9e0b0f]"If you get on my bad side then you may want to worry about how my kin are at being [u][i]ambitious[/i][/u] predators."[/color] Even from here, he could smell the residue of magic from her, though she didn't appear to be the only one to cast spells, there was definitely a difference in quality and type. There was something, instinctual nostalgic of it. Afterwards he began to take note of more of his contemporaries. One of the girls seemed to have embarrassed herself, and the other was almost in trouble as the presence may have shot her had she continued whatever it was she was doing that was unknown to Jackal's attention. Speaking of instinct-based nostalgia, He noticed another striking character, a man with a giant sword. [color=9e0b0f]"Nice to see some variety, I appreciate the use of a more primitive weapon."[/color] He called over to Conrat. Most of these characters seemed tolerable. Well except for two. One smelled of seafood, the other wasn't wearing any clothes, and had been the center of misfit behavior for this meeting. He tried to ignore them for now, annoyances for another day.