Meanwhile, the stranger watches the interplay within the group before offering any further comment. If he is perturbed by Ceoluulf’s initial hostility, it doesn’t show and, seeing that they have tentatively agreed to hear him out, he pulls up a chair next to the table and speaks. “I must concede that you have made my job somewhat easier in your choice of attire...” He says with an uneasy laugh.<br/><br/>“I am looking for a group of mercenaries. One that can carry out a task that requires both discretion and haste. It must say upfront that it will likely involve some risk, though I have followed the  movements of your group this past day and I am convinced that you seem quite capable of handling yourselves.” He pauses to have a sip of his drink, which is some kind of fortified wine, before continuing. “Unfortunately, I am unable to provide you with details of this endeavour at this point in time, so I come here to see if you are willing to meet with my employer to discuss the details of the arrangement on the morrow.”<br/><br/>He pauses briefly to survey the reactions of the group. “I can assure you that the payment is more than adequate – that is assuming you are in a position to start immediately. Are you interested?”