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The night had been lively and perhaps the dragon had clung to those he recognized a bit too hard and a bit too long, Tris and Dice had been the center of his attention and world and even when Jack had met several new folk to pass the time. But in the end, when the party began to die down and Jackary found himself laying back on the deck of a familiar ship, his blurry vision was hazy, drunken in alcohol that he had consumed well after he’d returned to a private ship deck.

Now alone and with his thoughts, he pursed his lips, wetting them in recollection of what he remembered versus what he had awoken to. The last time he’d been on the ship, it was an invasion not much unlike the Legion and the Broken Shore, but of Horde and Alliance searching for the blood of Azeroth herself. It was a difficult time in life, Jack refused to return to land to face his grievances, his miscommunications and fears of his own partner all while fiercely guarding the demon’s hard work and company headquarters. Perhaps if he had put more time into Darnath than the man’s company out of his own insecurities and fears....

Drunk, alone, even his entire crew was gone, off celebrating a victory that Jack knew nothing of. His eyes began to grow heavy until lids fell closed, but the idea of falling asleep again had him snap awake, inhaling deeply to try and pull himself back into being fully awake. He sat up, groaning from the dizzy sensation before hands moved to course through blonde and green locks, letting the spiky mess fall to whatever direction it wanted to go.

No one home. Feral island, it was all the beast could do to rub his face firmly and think about where to go. “Damnit...” Came a low growl until finally he mage stumbled to his feet and began to trip himself forward. He knew he had one friend, one place he could track down and the Blacksmith’s scent was still on him, still easily tracked. Though he’d never truly been to Dicenne’s place, intoxication would not deter Jackary from showing up at the Elf’s doorstep to knock upon it, truly a hunter in his own right.

Invasion of privacy, or at least a friendly face, one that he trusted enough to try and place the past few years together. Of all things, he just didn’t didn’t want to face the reality of being alone, a fear that would still haunt his waking visions from being quite displaced. He could only hope in that moment, that at least someone would answer.