"He is the true Thayneslayer." Jake repeated, almost religiously. He knew the story of the night Breaker had jumped so high, it could only be called flying. He shook Shinsou's hand, meeting the man's slightly confused golden eyes. "Pleased t'meetcha Shinsou." As he spoke that name, memories stirred. He had heard that name screamed, heard it echo in the vast cavern of the Crystal Swords. Amari's face swam in his memory, the former friend turned pure evil. She had cried out that name. Shinsou. Suddenly Jake remembered communicating with the man, working with him before the warrior had fallen. So death in the crystal chamber had not been permanent. How interesting.

"My apologies," Jake said, his face flushing. The head injuries he sustained had made his memories of that great battle foggy, and fleeting. "I did not recognize you. You wielded one of the crystal swords. So did you." He added suddenly, twisting his head toward Philomel. His eyes wandered to the bar, where a familiar well dressed gentleman was interacting with the dwarven barkeep. He was there to. Jake realized, recognizing Storm Veritas.

"So, what do you reckon is going on?" He asked in a quiet voice. "Are the swords calling us back together?"

What a stupid thing to say. Jake wasn't even carrying his sword. Instead, he had a long liviol tonfa strapped to his back. The half elf boasted enough skill to best most swordsmen with the single fighting stick. But if he was going to get in a fight with thirty-odd kobolds, he would certainly miss the crystal blade.

Jake bit his lip and rocked on the balls of his feet. The coke was making him paranoid, that was all. His eyes roamed the room as he resisted the urge to pull out the metal canister and have another snort. He blinked rapidly and glanced from Shinsou to Philomel. Perhaps if he stayed silent, they would forget his foolish question.

He tried not to think of the possibility of his being right. If the sword-wielders were called together, Amari would be among them. Amari, who lived to kill. Amari, who would set fire to the world just to watch it burn.

The worst of it was... a part of him still missed her.