Smooth sailing it was - at least, until they reach the tavern, and Jamie goes to take a seat. He would have thought it was close enough - he could still talk to the elf from there, after all - but the forcefield had other ideas. Try as he might, he's slowly nudged off the stool he wanted, and onto the next one over, much closer to Mar than before. "Och."
Another scowl up at the ceiling, and he turns back to Mar. "So what are ye having then...er. Sorry. I've not asked your name, or even told ye mine, have I? I'm Jamie. Jamie McCrimmon."
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Another scowl up at the ceiling, and he turns back to Mar. "So what are ye having then...er. Sorry. I've not asked your name, or even told ye mine, have I? I'm Jamie. Jamie McCrimmon."