[@Cu Chulainn]

Ibram sidled up next the Bosmer, Pharis, and greeted him with a wink. "An excellent question, friend," Ibram cooed, and pressed his mug against the Bosmer's in an unsolicited toast. "You see, I am also looking for work. Two able-bodied fellows like ourselves should be a fine addition to any company in the business of slaying undesirable entities," he continued, taking a quick glance at the bone shortbow the Bosmer carried with him. Ibram's assumption that Pharis was looking for a job in the same line of work as the spellsword was a guess, but an educated one, and the Breton carried on with his spiel. "An expert Bosmer archer, finest in all of Tamriel, and a Breton swordsman of respectable skill. A fine pair, if I do say so myself."

Smiling, and with a twinkle in his eye, Ibram took another gulp of refreshing cold water and turned his attention back to the barkeep, after his gaze briefly lingered on the short woman carrying a peculiarly large warhammer that had just approached the bar. "So, what say you? Where might the two of us find such an employer?"