The tall Norwegian hefts the man up, then promptly throws him out after doing a quick check for weapons...Which turns out to be a short sword of some type. The man glares at them, then scurries off.<br/>"Zo, dat is done den. Hoped he'd put up a bit of a fight Joss. But this will be an easy gig I tink."<br/>Running his fingers through his beard he smiles.<br/>"Zo, drinks on you after this? Or yo have ze missus to go home to?"