The meat that Jethro was eating was rare, not cool and bloody in the middle rare, more like only the edges have any sort of searing on it and the muscle was still pink. He nodded coldly at the offer that the alchemist was making him, "A hunt you say?" Jethro asked cutting a chunk of meat, and putting it into his mouth, "Are we going after deer, elk, or some larger game?"

Then he noticed the strange creature behind the alchemist, they knew each other apparently Jethro was going to be more of a body guard, than a hunter. He let them talk among themselves as he continued eating. He was a patient man, didn't mind waiting he had that kind of time. Truth be told he had already made up his mind, but it would rude to interrupt, he didn't need to any way, they would be waiting for his answer. When the conversation returned to him Jethro nodded "things do not get pretty when I'm around. But if the pay is right I'll be your body guard."

He took another bite of the meat, finished the rest of the meal, and killed the bottle of booze unflinchingly in about three gulps. He stood gave a nod to the pair and stated "when ever you two are ready" with a salamander like grate to his voice. He then picked up his bore spear, just a common wood and steel spear with a broad head, and a small brass lantern which he hooked onto the head of the spear, and let the combination rest against his shoulder.