Once they were back in the bright hall, surrounded by golden lights and people who were training in their respective corners, Jacob sat on the floor, his back resting against the wall, and he heaved a sigh. His body was still as pristine as it had been when he stepped onto the first floor.
The only thing that was a little ruffled was his hair, as a result of all the dodging and weaving he had done earlier. A question plagued his mind. He did not like being out of the loop when it came to certain things, so he decided he would rest a bit and talk to Uga before going back to fight anyone.
"Uga." Jacob's gaze was fixed on the ground as he called out to the Meereen, a concerned expression laced within his voice.
"Yes, Jacob."
