Lupin: You see a scene of a kindly mother talking to her son, feeding him dinner. You notice she seems bothered by something and she is staring right at you.
She cocks her head curiously and then heads towards the door.
She opens it, crossbow at the ready, and says to you, "Want to explain why you're following my son?"
Evelyn shrugs at Jax's question. "I have no objection to leaving now, if we can round up Lupin. Or we can wait for morning. On one hand, I doubt these Redbrand keep much to business hours, on the other, I don't think we care much what they want."
Jax smacks the table in triumph, then looks around for Lupin, and his grin slips. The dirty little halfling proved himself useful, and they'd need all the help they could get. He frowned.