Jack appeared, newly fed in an unusually good mood.
"Hello fellow Nephims! Is there anyone who know where I can get some room? I'm planning to stay here a couple of years or so."
He clapped his hands together and waited for response. His long dark brown coat had a drop of blood on the arm, but no one seemed to notice. His smile was cold in a pleased way that was, almost the trademark of Jack the Wanderer.