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The Captain was about to have his face flop down on the table before him when until some big lad with hair like a carrot shouted his name. He looked up, feeling the sudden sobriety brought on by the tingle of money to be had and then to be earned. An eyebrow rose almost all the way up to his hair-line as he stood up whilst grinding his hands. He reckoned with this one a very, very simple agreement could be reached that was beneficial to both sides but... more beneficial to the provider as was the natural way of things. Florian wasn't naturally greedy, but few non-Dwarfs are. Instead a desire for coin was bred into him by years of being tricked and realizing the world was too big to find the other kind people, so might as well leave their ranks.

Of course, a bit of his plans were disrupted so he dropped back to his seat, and went on to finish his drink whilst thinking. The lass didn't have the innocent, glazed look of the eyes that gave the Ostlander away, he couldn't quite read her as well as the open-book that was Jan. He didn't know if she was coming by to look for him either, so he decided to wait and see. Finishing the remnants of his glass in one swing Florian stood, and slowly sidled over to the group, pausing for a few talks with familiar patrons and to arm-wrestle a big hunk (he lost, though he come surprisingly close to winning) who pushed him as he walked along.

Finally, Florian want over to the bar-counter and looked at the annually changed daily-special of the establishment, then at some trophies and miscellaneous decoration and every so often he glimpsed at the two new arrivals. For now, the Captain waited.

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There was various movement around the place, and a man even stood up but there was no reply, or indication of who the Captain he was looking for was, and just a little more commotion happened as someone mentioned his name. Jan's head turned in various directions as his mind quickly calculated where the sound calling for him was coming from. The lad squinted at the newcomer willing some familiarity to suddenly be notice. After a while he gave up and shrugged but then placed a palm to his forehead as clarity came. "Oh! What's the name, sorry it's err... Hilda, no wait, Hilde! Bloody 'ell, it's been...." he started before looking to the ceiling trying to recall when he had last seen the face, and lamely settled for "a while. So, how's it been? What're you doing around here?" 

After a moment in which he decided to sit down at a stool of and nod to another patron that just sat down there, he looked up once more. "I've been looking for work. Can't really get anything besides the old stuff, so I get by helping out the smiths until something more permanent comes up." Jan scratched the ginger hair behind his right ear and looked down, speaking more to himself than the old memory that walked through the door. "Tell you what, city life's not quite what I thought of it. Sleeping in damn stables, spending my days sucking up to foreigners swilling vodka or wine, or having to bloody well bend over to even get a chance to carry some barrels for a few coins." 

Wiping away a drop of moisture that was indeterminably a tear or bead of sweat, Jan looked up much happier. "But this Captain sounds like a decent one, maybe I'll get something out of him. Anyway I've been babbling a lot, didn't even give you a chance to answer when I asked you how you are."