>As Jac steps from his cab, Woof sees that he is wearing a black cloak
>that could be pulled forward to hide the fact that he is dressed in a
>black dinner jacket with a starched white shirt with ruffles down the
>front. He is wearing a short sword, not much longer than a dagger and
>obviously ceremonial rather than functional, with a gold hilt at his
>side. There are three small medals attached to Jac's jacket front and
>Woof notices a signet ring on his finger that he hasn't seen there before.

Woof grins, at the man, and gives a slight bow.

>"So, do I look the part?" Jac smiles slightly, "I think you should greet
>your friend when we enter, while I remain somewhat aloof. Then we can
>settle into a dark corner...the better to set the proper mood. What do
>you think?"

"Indeed.  Your wish is my command.  Shall we, Milord?" Woof says, laying it 
on, while opening the door and allowing the noble to precede him.

Woof