The big man shrugged, his good eye fixed on the Calliope as he listened to her pick in jobs. Not bad choices for her first gigs, even with a four way split.

"Eh, the money's not too important. Sound like good work, be helpin' folk. I'm in."  He didn't hesitate with his answer. Yet another of the newer folk arrived shortly after, though he couldn't recall this one's name, just that he had some talent with light and dark magic. He slipped a hand into his coat pocket, withdrawing a long, thin cigar and set it between his lips.

"Jus' lemme know when you're ready. Need the exercise."