Jahan was wary. Walking straight into a camp of brigands wouldn't have been his [i]first[/i] choice of plan, but apparently that was the angle they were going for. Personally he would have gone for a stealthier approach, sneak in and take as many of them out as possible before anybody noticed and scare the rest into submission. He was, however, quite skilled at improvising - so he went along with it anyway.

[i]“Surrounded? 'ave seen no such thing. Yer' full of it, ya twat.”[/i]

Jahan's hand went instinctively to the hilt of his sword, resting lightly on his hip. Combat - whilst probably the most fun option - was definitely inadvisable seeing as they were outnumbered by the opposing force. Diplomacy was the obvious choice, so he thought he might as well make an attempt of it.

"Please, gentlemen. Surely we don't need to resort to fighting?" He said, taking a few steps forward. He took his hand off the hilt of his weapon and raised them both in front of him, in a gesture of peace.

"You need to think [i]logically[/i] here. If you reject our offer, it'll result in a fight which will in turn result in unwanted casualties on both sides. If, however, you accept our offer, you get a paying job in the service of the king himself. It's essentially what you're doing now, but with royal authority." He took another step forward, grinning slightly.

"Think about it. Which would you prefer, a small haul now - alongside injuries and potential deaths - or a job in an army, giving you free reign to kill and loot whilst [i]getting paid[/i] for it?"

He cast a quick, anxious look at Haesteinn. He knew full well that he had oversold the freedom of their profession to these criminals, but it was the only way he could think of avoiding violence. After all, once they were pressed into service they would have to do as they were told, surely?