Cagan waited a good time before leaving his room in the tavern and dawning his armor, the silver gleam was duller than expected of a high ranking crusader as himself. Still the man was sure it did its job of protecting his thin body. quickly swinging his sword a few times before sheathing it and going down to lower room filled with the common riffraff that thought they'd be able to make a quick buck, he felt for them. Looking over the people a small few caught his attention, he was about ready to begin the recruiting but he needed a drink to calm his nerves. It was true, despite being a great hero his social skills weren't the best. Sitting next to a samurai looking man the warrior tried not to pay much attention to him. "please a mead" the young man said handing the bartender a coin.