A debt paid, presumably, as well as keeping the favour of the gods; Jaime deposits the strange book of magic onto the table without much in the way of ceremony. He would swear it's made of human hide, and after a brief if fascinated flick through, he's decided he doesn't care much to talk to whoever owns it. He is among those that leave their item for the taking, and after a brief scan over anything there that looks familiar or something intended for himself, he turns away.
He stands out, a little, for two reasons; he is big and brawny and blonde, with a possible gravitational field around his jaw. The other is his dress sense, which differs a little from the largely contemporary-Earth population. A loose shirt with ties at the cuffs, deerskin trousers, although the leather jacket, while simple, could be from any time. Jaime also goes armed, but for tonight, with only a knife.
He decides he will get a drink, and wait to see if his brother would grace the evening with his diminutive presence; perhaps, a little bit, for company too that aren't just the quasi-acquaintances of those that fight in the Arena.
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A debt paid, presumably, as well as keeping the favour of the gods; Jaime deposits the strange book of magic onto the table without much in the way of ceremony. He would swear it's made of human hide, and after a brief if fascinated flick through, he's decided he doesn't care much to talk to whoever owns it. He is among those that leave their item for the taking, and after a brief scan over anything there that looks familiar or something intended for himself, he turns away.
He stands out, a little, for two reasons; he is big and brawny and blonde, with a possible gravitational field around his jaw. The other is his dress sense, which differs a little from the largely contemporary-Earth population. A loose shirt with ties at the cuffs, deerskin trousers, although the leather jacket, while simple, could be from any time. Jaime also goes armed, but for tonight, with only a knife.
He decides he will get a drink, and wait to see if his brother would grace the evening with his diminutive presence; perhaps, a little bit, for company too that aren't just the quasi-acquaintances of those that fight in the Arena.