Vector hums as he walks into The Traveler's Crossing tavern. He had just finished hunting some large monster that was terrorizing a city. No big deal, just another reason he enjoyed things out here as opposed to back home. Things were pretty boring back home. So much prosperity, no monsters whatsoever. It was all so boring

Vector walked up to the tavernkeeper and ordered an ale, though he wasn't going to drink such a horrid beverage. He really just needed a cup and liquid. Once the ale was served, he tipped the tavernkeeper and sat down at a booth nearby. Vector swirled his fingers around the rim of the wooden mug, turning the swill-like substance into an elegant alcoholic beverage from his homeland. For unexplained reasons, Vector was feeling a bit homesick

Homesick feelings aside, Vector just wanted to enjoy a nice brew and relax after a long day of adventuring. That was when you walked in. You were clad in a brown cloak with the hood covering your head. Mysterious folk were always interesting to Vector. The Jackal's hand quickly reached out, grabbing onto your cloak

"Heya. Grab a drink. And if you're willing, sit with me."

Vector cooed as he gave your cloak another firm tug before letting go