Jace looks away from Jonathan, knowing full well that Rayah could handle him on her own, and finds another new face enter the tavern. He sits next to Jace, receiving a Dr. Pepper. "Hey, welcome to the tavern." Jace says. "I'm Jace. You?"
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
A person is a fool to become a writer. His only compensation is absolute freedom. He has no master except his own soul, and that, I am sure, is why he does it. — Roald Dahl