Overhearing Reza speak Augustas laughs. Hes been in the city one night and the locals already fear him, as they should.
Augustas kicks off the stone surface and stands, the chair falls to the floor and the table screeches and slides a few inches. He walks over to the group. "I usually don't like working with others. But im not passing on a chance to see if the stories of Assamite combat skills are true." He smiles at he two. "And Ive got no better leads as of right now. So...... what the hell. Im in!"