There was a man on the other side of the impromptu cockfight who had an eye for Jackson. He went from a bluff, blustery good-nature over the feathery fight to a quiet, measuring glance that only broke when one of the roosters did, the bantam being too injured to continue and, indeed, too injured for its owner to care that its opponent was tearing it to death despite the fact that the match was won. Then Denvali were a peaceful people, but perhaps only because they had no enemies anymore. The man looked away when others cuffed his shoulders and handed him their money. Oleg wasn't the sort of man one wanted to cross in matters of money especially. He was a man in the know, though he had no official authority under the rule of Captain Astrid. As the group broke up, Oleg turned back to the Stranger's Welcome, his inn and tavern. Everyone in Denval knew Oleg, and Oleg knew everyone in Denval. The flash of recognition had been clear enough. He knew Jackson LaCroix. OOCFeel free to start a thread in the Stranger's Welcome if Jax wants to speak to Oleg for any reason. If not, play at will, but someone knows he's back. |