Most of the patrons, except the waitresses, seem to have little interest in Jason.  Like the others, the men in the corner seem to ignore him, although one does notice him as he looks to him.  Scowling back at Jason for a moment, he returns his attention to his comrade, laughing at some joke the other makes.<br/><br/>The man looks up as Jason approaches his table, standing, his hand reaching out to take the hand shake.  "Ah, Mister Miller, mind if I call you Jason?  Oh, and please, do have a seat?"  He says, hand letting go, and indicating any of the empty chairs at the table.  He settles back into his seat, indicating to a waitress for a couple of drinks to be brought over.<br/><br/>Another group enters the place, making their way to the bar, eventually getting the barkeep's attention.  Meanwhile, the man in the ballcap introduces himself.  "Yes.  I am Clifton Briggs, captain of the<em>Chasseur</em>.  I was hoping to get somebody who knew their way around weapons.  Hope they won't be needed, but... it is a dangerous time, and one can never be too careful.  Think you would be interested?"