Jarad laughed as he heard what she called the place. He took a large gulp from the whiskey. He felt warmth rise up in his stomach as he tasted the drink. It had a very distinctive taste and he loved it the stuff. He sighed with pleasure before he answered. "Well," he replied, smacking his lips, "I was supposed to be meeting a gentlemen here for an interview but apparently he chose not to show up. Sometimes my interviewees choose to come to these places where its a tad quieter. I don't really see the point of it honestly. Way too many oddities hanging around the place," he added, looking behind him at a bunch of strange, suspicious looking wizards

He took another large gulp of the whiskey and drained the whole thing down. "I'm a writer for the Daily Prophet," he added, "My name's Jarad Thornbelt. Well met. Could I have another whiskey?"