[Connor steps into the tavern a few minutes late. He pauses briefly near the door and considers using his other vision to find the man, but then the paper and pencils catch his attention and make such a measure unnecessary.
He heads straight over only to stop again and more or less loom over the table. He is nothing if not skilled at looming, large, hooded, and covered in weapons as he is.]
Jack Kelly.
[Grabbing another chair, he turns it around to straddle it. Sitting properly would involve removing the bow and quiver and this business isn't quite formal enough to warrant that.]
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He heads straight over only to stop again and more or less loom over the table. He is nothing if not skilled at looming, large, hooded, and covered in weapons as he is.]
Jack Kelly.
[Grabbing another chair, he turns it around to straddle it. Sitting properly would involve removing the bow and quiver and this business isn't quite formal enough to warrant that.]