Jinn strides into the tavern, skin darkened from the sun, and finds his favorite chair by the fire. The cold usually didnt bother him, but coming from such a warm climate to this gloomy weather was a but of a shock. He ordered his usual 2 mugs of mead, downing the first in a hearty few sips. He let out a long sigh and sank into the chair. Mist walking was always exciting, but it was good to be home, and he had at least 2 days before he had to head out again. After a few moments he pulls a purple leather bound book out from his hip bag. He un ties the leather strap and tucks the brass leaf at the end into the back of the book. A sly smile creeps over his face as he checks the back pocket of the book, and then he props his feet up and begins to read quietly to himself. Evey so often a small giggles escapes his lips, as the smile gets bigger and bigger.