Wrathion vanishes the note away into his inside pocket, without any particular flair this time, and offers a nod.

"I think that can be arranged. Consider it on me, since you did all the running."

Wrathion just picked a lock, then re-locked it. Not exactly the hardest day of work ever done, on balance. He gestures For Jacob to follow, flicking a playful smile.

"I'm sure we can find something to your taste."

Is Jacob picky? He doesn't particularly give off picky eater energy.