Abdul nodded as the one mercenaries he hired stepped forward. He was about to rise and address them before a man walked into their circle that the occultist didn't recognize. Abdul was a bit put off at how the man knew his name, but Abdul didn't try to hide.

"We are, and we will be leaving soon. What sort of qualifications do you have? This will not be an easy trek." Abdul asked, not getting up from his seat. Before the occultist could press on, Reginald got up from his stool and strode over.

"I'd recognize the armor of a Crusader anywhere. I've fought along side them once, many years ago. If this young man has earned the right stand in their ranks, he is more than welcome." The old veteran gave the young knight a reassuring wink, while Abdul scoffed, who didn't have much patience for the ranks of the holy. Still, there was one more spot open, and if he wanted to throw his life away like this, then that was his prerogative.

"Very well." Abdul said as he turned to the others who came. The hellion, the grave robber, the jester and poor, poor Cole all arrived as they were instructed, and Abdul doled out their money. As they had agreed, they would receive half now, and the rest when they returned to Hamlet.

"There, we leave in the morning. I suggest you all rest well."