On the brink of the grand group's departure, Jinx scrounges up an inkpot, pen, and a few sheets of parchment. If anyone asks, he explains: "Look. I'm no historian, and I don't know about you, but somethin' like half of all adventurers in the world ridin' off on magical horses, to meet some dire threat? I never heard about anyone doin' anythin' like this, ever.. so I don't figure there's harm in writin' some of it down. I think it's a tale that deserves to be on parchment, or paper."
During the trip, he's sociable enough; he tries to strike up conversations with various people, makes some effort to get to know the names of the entire party and write them all down, and exchanges tall tales of the sea and patent sailor's tips on making bland food taste more palatable around the nightly campfires.