Gideon led the crew to the hut where Jax resided. As they approached and peered inside, their mouths twitched in unison at the sight before them.
There Jax lay leisurely on his side on the bed sipping booze from the pot, while before him lay several men of the tribe, some donning only leaves around their hips and others clad in strange costumes.
They were passed out on the ground, sleeping soundly under the effects of Alaric's magic. The crew didn't need to think twice to guess what had happened before they arrived.
This silly roadrunner had arranged a party with booze and dancing in the middle of the dry desert!.
Gideon tapped the window, signaling to Jax. Jax, whose happy time had been disturbed, reluctantly stood from the bed unsteadily and walked toward the cradle nearby. He pulled away the cloth binding Toby's mouth and legs.
