Jarrod hung back in the group, scratching his head at the sudden turn of events. How in the world did he end up bringing so many people together? All because of an empty stomach? Speaking of which. . .a low growling made itself known once more, and Jarrod grimaced. Ignoring it, he went up to his new comrades and began rapidly shaking each of their hands. "Hey Corvain! Name's Jarrod Smith. What's up Angelo? Finally got to know your name. Name's Jarrod Smith. Hey there Sca-" He took one look at her annoyed expression and steered the other way. "Er, yeah, name's Jarrod Smith. But you kind knew that, ehehe." 

The rumbling in his stomach grew louder now, and the swordsman couldn't take it anymore. Sheathing Marionetta, Jarrod clung on to Angelo, looking at him with begging eyes. "Tavern. Food. Now. Please? Like, right now?" In all fairness, it didn't take them long to reach the tavern once more. Entering the place in a hurry, Jarrod didn't bother having the manners of choosing a table, instead sitting at the first one he saw.

Satisfied that at last his hunger would be sated, Jarrod decided to go ahead and join the conversation his allies were having. "Yggdrasil, eh?" He placed his boots on the table and leaned back in thought. "Some people are calling it a savior. They say that man pretty much screwed up the world and so The Dyteniteity sent Yggdrasil to purge the world for rebirth. At least, that's what all the crazy churches are saying. So, anyone have the luxury of actually meeting Yggdrasil?" Judging by their earlier backstories and reasoning for hunting the creature down, the answer was no.

"Oh. Ehehe, well this is awkward." Jarrod chuckled in embarrassment, expecting the others to have a similar life than him. But then again, that was to be expected from people of different Regions.

"See, I kinda met Yggdrasil myself. Just once though. At my old village. It, uh, didn't go so well," he explained.