The Destiny of Kord
Jack o' the Tides
"So, a toast and a small bite, and... good... we are now all friends. And as we are all bosom companions, I believe there was some mention of payment for a certain amount of information?"
A rough looking docker with a certain sparkle to his eyes and a knowing smile. Jack’s manner is easy going and open, though he manages to say little of himself. The language and words he chooses speak of a background other than that of a tar-stained oaf.