Caspian only watched as the iron golem if a man continues to blabber on and stair at the new mercenarys. Caspian took another swig of his drink, finishing the last half of it in one last gulp. He was not found of this group already, but he did not want to be the unless and mean shark if the group, he would have to live and interact with then for the time being. Caspian hoped that this would eventually led him to his old ship and crew, so he could kill them with is bare hands. 

Caspian watched as more and more mercenarys entered the inn, so easy on the eyes, some hard to look at without gasping. He was not one to judge, after all, Caspian was not the greatest looking one here either, but looking good for your standards was a must for Caspian. He called for a refill, this time asking for some Hard Maple Gin, the drink if the pirates. After getting his beverage, Caspian took a sip of it, letting it's warmth and dryness fill his insides. 

Caspian continues to watch the group, evaluating each and every on if the mercenarys worth just by there initial appearance. Caspian's card reappeared in his hands, once again twirling it in between his fingers. Caspian could take the easy way out, just leave the group. But if that choice was made, the death row charge would no longer be held, killing on sight would be in effect. Not a life Caspian was willing to live. Another choice was to just join the group, then backstab them and robbing them for all they had. That was unreasonable, they out numbered him, and they did not seem to have any large amount of belongings on them, so roofing would be useless and stupid.

Caspian made his final choice by getting up and walking over to the table were in which the team of mercenarys were gathered. Caspian held his right hand out to the iron golem of a man, his Gin in his left. "Aye names Caspian, nice to meet ya." Caspian greeted in a gruff voice with a coastal accent under his breath.