Jethro was growing bored with the mining town, there wasn't enough work to keep him interested in such a small place, especially when he could find as much work in a day, as he could find here in a week in Corone. Never the less he was in the bar, most patrons had learned that avoiding conflict with him was a good thing, most of the miners gave him a wide birth, and most others rarely spoke to him except to offer him a job. Really Jethro didn't mind, he was a man of few words except to the people that he was allied with.

Jethro did make it a point to never use his unique talents in public. This was not out of some sort of prejudices toward him, but was more his way of keeping aces in the hole. All most any one knew was that he was an outsider with strange colored skin, who was in the area doing odd jobs, and causing trouble in the local bar. In short he was typical fare for a wandering sort.

He was eating a meal, not in some dark corner but in the bar proper. The meal was mostly meat, cheese, and booze. He was sat in such a way that that he could observe the majority of the bar while he ate, so there was little surprise for him when Nevin showed up. He hadn't seen the hemomance in quite some time but still he recognized something going on with him, Jethro didn't know what it was nor did he really worry about it. Never the less the alchemist was there, and as he approached, Jethro greeted him. "Hello."