After his little spat with the witch, Viggo swung by the bar, sitting down on a stool nearby his iced bucket of beer bottles. He uncorked one with his teeth and quickly consumed its contents, resting his idle hand flat on his guitars strings. Once sated, the guitarist stood again, wiping his lips with this thumb, and cast his gaze in the direction of Rouen who had been looking over the various contracts pinned to the large message board. With a huff, Viggo pushed himself off his seat and made his way over to the board to see if he could find something to do. 

Viggo poured over the messages, rolling his eyes at more than one. "Boo hoo, you lost a dog.. Buy a new one.." he uttered quietly while hunched forward to pour over the rest of the notices. At last, his eyes fixated on one that seemed worthy of his talents. After noting the details to memory, Viggo moved towards the bar, whistling to get Bernard's attention. 

"Hey, Bernie, what's the deal with this daughter situation. The island quest, with the uh, disgusting tribespeople" he would question, leaning forward onto the bar, having swung his guitar behind his back once more.