"e on, Jack. Tell us more!" begged Eliza, hugging him from behind.
"I can't Eliza… It's for the best of everyone. Trust me…" Jack sighed, a lot on his mind.
"Hmmm…" Maura set down a platter of ribs and a heaping bowl of mashed potatoes. "You're acting unusual…"
"Can you blame me?"
"No… But you're not acting that shocked either. I guess your double already knew so it wasn't a surprise, but I sense that you're up to something," reasoned Maura, sitting down beside Jack.
Eliza moved and sat on the other side as Daliea entered the courtyard and sat across from Jack.
"Daliea, don't do it. You could ruin everything."
Sighing, Daliea teetered her head back and forth. "I know… Palpo already warned me and forbid it…"
"Ah, e on! How else can we get it out of him?" Eliza jokingly whined.
Jack began to fill his plate with haste, beating his wives to the best cuts of meat. Between bits, Jack mentioned, "I'll need to visit your dad, Eliza… I want to know about weaponsmithing…"
"Oh? Want me to show you a thing or two?"
"Eliza… really?" Jack paused for a moment, struggling to believe whether she was pletely joking or entirely serious.
"Nah! You're not ready for my level of work. e beg for lessons after talking to Dad," teased Eliza, stealing a plump piece of rib from Jack's plate.
Maura mentioned, "Try the tavern. That's where they always meet up in the evenings."
"Thanks, Maura." Jack hurriedly scarfed down the rest and stood up. "And Daliea, I know you just want to help, but trust me this one time. Soon, I'll have to share my ideas but not before they're ready. Okay?"
"Okay… Then I look forward to then."
"I'll be back soon!"
With a wave of his hand, Jack blinked away in a flash of purple light. He reappeared just outside of the Leisure Tavern and took in a breath of fresh air. Confidently, Jack waltzed through the front doors and up to the bar. "Where's the oaf and his buddies at?"
"Booth forty-six," giggled Marisha. "Just knock on the door and tell them you've got this."
Without a second thought, Marisha reached below the counter and placed a barrel on the bar. The intricate label branded into the aromatic wood proved just how costly the keg of liquor was.
"This? Since when were you giving this stuff away?" asked Jack.
"It's to help Zariff. He's been depressed ever since Maura passed him in level and it's only been getting worse."
"And he won't admit it, right?" Jack sighed, shaking his head.
At the same time, the helmed swordsman walked in and joined Jack at the car without a word.
"Anything to drink?" asked Marisha.
"Don't mind him. I asked him to e so we'll be joining everyone in booth forty-six," Jack answered, picking up the barrel. "I'm sure we can cheer him up with this!"
Marisha smiled and attended to the next guest, letting Jack and the swordsman make their way toward the private booths. With one whistling and the other practically marching, they made an unusual pair. No one would ever believe they were the same person under the helmet.
Spotting the sign "46
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