"Hey! Fancy seeing you here?"

When anyone wanted to see Jesper, it was always fair to assume he'd be down at the Crow Club, gambling away his share of whatever the reward was on his previous mission. Despite rarely ever seizing a win, Jesper was always there the next night, and the next night after that.

Why you were here didn't matter, when one of the most powerful people in the Barrel was looking up at you from his seat with a bright smile. Even brighter so, were Jesper's two revolvers that glinted from their holsters even in the dim light. A reminder that no matter how nice this man appeared, he could do some serious damage.