Tucked away in the back of the bar, sat the infamous mercenary, Jack Krauser. He doesn't look up from his drink and he doesn't have too. His presence alone is threatening enough to keep everyone at an arms length.

Except... For you.

It caught the merc a little off guard when you suddenly approached him and so casually too. He was used to the stares and the scares whispers from others...

"What do you want?" Jack says gruffly into his glass as he takes a swig of alcohol. He lifts his head to look at you with his steely blue gaze.