Alexander had been playing his mandolin for a bit of spending money, and earned quite a bit from it. It wasn't much, but a lot better than nothing, especially since he could at least get food and drink. He had stopped for a while now to buy himself a nice meal and a glass of water. The meal was mediocre, but he would live to see the next day. He did not indulge in alcohol, though. He had learned long ago that he could not handle it, and was about to make a fool out of himself again. 

After finishing his meal, he picked up his mandolin and was about to play it again when a woman stood up. He turned his head to look, as did many others, and the woman began to announce a quest of sorts. The Prison-Castle... King Haldric's tomb? Quite an infamous reputation it had. He had taken a look at it before, but never ventured inside. Some had lost interest, and some had even looked scared and pretended to not hear it, but others were taking an interest it. Already a dwarf was going up to her to ask for details. At any rate, it certainly sounded interesting to him. He sat down on a chair nearby, to the left of the woman, and pretended to tune his mandolin, listening in on the conversation.