Looking up from the radio he smiles at the horrneyman. The ship creacked. "I doubt some ale will fix my radio. Thankyou for the offer though" He knew this man was truoble. Horned humans are never a good sign. They will always have a air of mischeif. Dirty theives the lot of them, the only cause of Steamports downfall... definatly not corruption. He could feel his purse on the back of his trousers as he looked him up and down, watching his knives and checking if he had a menacing look in his eye. All he saw was confidence, lots and lots of self depricating confidence. "I am looking for men to adventure. You know anyone?"