There were circles underneath his eyes and he scowled at those, but it couldn't be helped. One restless night's sleep and they all came back. Well, that's what he got for letting Ruve drag him all the way out here. Conner wasn't worth his spit, much less all this time and fuss.
He ran his fingers through his hair and that's when he saw it - a little spot where his hair had been snipped shorter. Blinking, he leaned in and craned, trying to see it better. Damn, right out of view. Almost like it was intentional, planned. Gritting his teeth, he twisted his fingers and yanked a few strands out for a better look. They were uneven, which either meant the snipper had been clever, or it hadn't been done with scissors.
Rats would leave a mark like this. Had he passed out in that shed that deeply? It was insulting either way - something had chewed at his hair. The nerve.
Thoroughly disgusted with himself, Jasper grabbed his pack and headed out of the house. He'd already sneaked a peak at Ruve and Aurelia and was rather busy not thinking about it. Neither was dead - that was the important part. Now, whether Ravan knew it, they were going to have a chat. There was money between them, and a woman who now had his name.
It didn't take too long to get to the house that had put Ravan up - it'd been last minute, but the islanders seemed quite hospitable, especially where friends of Selarenia were concerned (how they put up with Conner was beyond him, but he wasn't going to judge simple friendliness) - and he didn't bother knocking. Instead, he just slipped the lock and went on in.
The small kitchen was empty, so he lit the fire and started brewing some strong coffee. If Ravan was anything like he expected, he'd welcome the drink. A little touch of home should never be underestimated.