Jack’s eyes flickered down to the coin. The province of the Eastern European country had little to do with him at the moment, but in time he’d find himself stuck in those very mountains that would lead to the death of a very close and dear friend by the name of Quincey P Morris.
“Perhaps I will see you soon, dear lady,” Jack answered deliberately ignoring her warrior like demeanor and placing her back down to the rank of a simple lady in waiting.
“Good day.”
The warrior gave a grumble of irritation and discontent, casting one final sharp gaze towards this doctor of sorts, before turning and leaving entirely. Straight out of the building and onto the streets.
They would get the information that was required, one way or another...













