[@Hank]

Living life the way he did, Pharis had avoided making acquaintence with anyone. The Dominion has many spies, and he should know better than just about anyone in this tavern... he was approached to serve as one, after all. He had always kept to himself, keeping quiet enough, and had avoided settlements as much as he was able to. Being in Hammerfell, however, it was almost impossible for him to live the lifestyle he was used to. 

Pharis had only wished he asked with a more quiet tone, and yet, here he is, drawing the attention of a man, a Breton sellsword, he says, and one with quite the big mouth, as well. As he moved his mug closer to his own, he pulled it away with enough subtlety not for it to seem rude. Instinct had told him to leave, to find a job someplace else. He knew how to run, how to avoid conflict, how to blend into a crowd. If he left as soon as he could before this potential agent could reveal his location, that would be more than ideal...

... But Pharis needed the money.

"Why, yes, my colleague and I are both the best and brightest in this establishment of yours," Pharis said in a similar tone to the Breton's, "and we'll bet our lives on it, too. Give us your most dangerous job, if you wish. If the pay is lucrative enough, then maybe we'll do it, after all."