Jabez stormed his way into The Red Dragon Tavern stinking of brandy.
Tiamat sighed, first Gritzl now his own estranged older brother managed to find him he needed to change his old habits apparently.
Everyone in the bar knew of the animosity between siblings and the general din of the conversation ended abruptly as Jabez made his appearance.
You could hear a pin drop after Jabez said to a stranger, "give me your chair."
The man who was about to argue with whoever tapped him on the back, looked around to see who would be so brazen.
Dragon Lord Jabez Thorton. The vehement miser with the dark mismatched eyes.
One a stormy blue reminiscent of the Zaltic Sea, the other a virulent purple like when a bird ate too many blueberries and shat all over your white clothes.
Both eyes were shooting daggers at his brother even while he addressed the seated man.
