Jerek held in a sigh as he entered the lousy bar. He hated small spaces, particularly since Talisman could not follow him in. Being a Pilot Cardinal certainly had its perks, but inspecting the lower castes was not one of them. He internally despised many of these folk, simply for their lack of intelligence. However, he needed to do a routine check-up: scout for any crimes, check for any Psionics, and enlist any mages. Hopefully he would find one of those things today; it made these ordeals more bearable.
Since Jerek was in full Pilot uniform, he was certain at least someone would recognize him. Excellent. Their reactions would say enough. It was easy to see masked fear; perfect to identify criminals. The fear would be even more projected, since they all thought he could read their minds; luckily, not only was he a weak telepath, but he needed special and burdening clearance. He could also look for joy or pride; a good sign, and a good citizen. However, there was one easy way to get a hearty reaction. Snickering a little, with his trademark sneer forming across his brow, Jerek snapped his fingers, and a little fire lit in his hand. He was a talented Pyrokinetic, and he sure utilized that.
Immediately, there was a small gasp from a few folks and a quick silence across the bar. It seemed that he was finally getting some recognition. And now the mandatory fame and patriotism that came as an added "perk." More like an added pain in the as..."K you a question, Mister Pilot Sir?" said one of the bartenders. There happened to be only two. "Yes?" he cordially replied. Already someone gasped as he spoke. Probably hamming it up a bit. "What is your favorite drink sir? Trust me, its on the house." Classic trap attempt. Jerek was better than that. "It's alright, I love serving as a patron to the local businesses. I'd love to pay. Do you have any water?" A surprising choice, and a slight commodity. Paying his fee, he sat down at a random table to drink.
Looking across, he noticed that he was not sitting alone on the table. At the other end sat a fairly pretty young woman. He was particularly interested in romantic pursuits at this point, especially not when a dragon could basically probe any thought in his mind, but he assumed that she had probably dealt with a suitor or two in her life. Fortunately for the Pilot Cardinal, she was not immediately clamoring to know more, and seemed a lot more introverted. My sort of person, or so he thought.