It's a brief walk to Footbreaker's territory. Jack the Eye is to be found in a hammock near the docks there. He's a lanky fire elf wearing a brown tunic & leggings, with a longsword laying across his belly as he sleeps with one of those eye-cover things over his eyes. It's midafternoon.

Rosiel approaches, "Hello Jack."

His sword goes to your throat without hi moving anything else, not even taking the eye cover off. "Hello, Rosiel. It's been a while."

He takes off the eye cover, lowers the sword, & sits up. His bright red hair is tied back in a ponytail. His eyes are a sharp blue in contrast to his flaming mane. He has typical elven features & no boots.

Rosiel hasn't moved. "It has."

"I was sorry to hear you'd 'died.'"

Rosiel nods. "I'm back. I'm recruiting."

"You had a lot of promise." He grins, like he told a great joke. "All right. When & where."

"I have more now. Tomorrow morning, Manwort's."

He grins even broader. "Sounds good." He puts his eye covers back on & lays back down.