>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


