At the door to a likely looking inn Cris was almost shoved off his feet as a gaggle of drunk looking men half-ran out the door complaining about 'bloody pirates' the door swung shut behind them and as they ran down the street, he gave the door a curious look before walking forward and pushing it open, He stood in the doorway for a moment taking in the inn but then he had to jump out the way of another group of men as they too made for the door in some considerable haste mumbling something about their captain.

Mathews and Henry joined him inside a moment later and they made for a table in the corner of the room. He studied the patrons on his way across the room, A likely looking redhead sat alone and Cris gave her a considering look and a grin before continuing on to the table, around another table the chairs had all been pushed back as if the people sitting in them had left in some haste, perhaps where all those strange men had came from, now a single woman sat there alone, odd happenings indeed.

The server soon came to their table and the sound of chatter and drinking filled their corner of the inn.