Hunger leaned forward  with interest, but before he could speak Mikael burst into laughter, and step to the table,  having Hunger swap places with him.  "now your speaking my language, I half though this would be some poor excuse of a ambush. His eyes giving a dead stared at the Northman.  "oh how I would have relished seeing your blood dress my blade." he suddenly slammed his fist to the table, causing a loud thump of wood and a instant change of pace in the situation. "why are we waiting we have a king to kill." his hands coming up to grip his head as his eyes rolled back into his head as if he was in pure ecstasy. "I can taste the blood already." the remaining three started to close in and stand behind Mikael. "meet the four horsemen. You newly found assassins." it would seem Mikael was already on board, even if he had drawn his dagger and pressed it to the Northmans gut. "You would do well to not cross me.... Either of you." and with that his dagger found its sheath once more. "will be waiting outside, finish  your talks with the unneeded talent." the four soon thereafter departed from the establishment. Mikael staring at the nearby waitress as he left.