After waiting a few moments for the other two to enter ahead of him, he enter through the door and pats his clothes to produce a puff of dust from his travel. Then claps his hands to dust them off too. He uses this moment of bustle to keenly get an assessment of the clientele; who are the local winos (his bread and butter for pulling in a crowd), who are the regulars for a daily meet with hardworking friends, the more serious talkers who have private meeting in hushed tones in a neutral ground to talk, and lastly the loners - the ones looking for certain work, giving work to the right person and those whose work is not just illegal but dangerous.<br/><br/>Having taken it all in casually as if looking to find a free table, he walks over towards Cefrey. "May I sit here?" He says in a polite and clear baritone. Seeing general agreement he sits at the same table, with his face casually pointed towards the closest seated member of the loner category. If there were prying ears here, this one is closest and the most risk of overhearing. Barty then starts to discuss the most boring filler of topics to put off those prying ears - the weather. If they are going to listen, then at least challenge them to listen to someone else!