"Is that so?" Ibram asked in response to the barkeep's suggestion. He looked over his shoulder at the merchant in the corner, the one who was playing with the long dagger he wore on his hip. An interesting looking fellow. "Never judge a book by its cover, they say," Ibram whispered to himself, and turned back to the barkeep to thank him for his advice. 

After that, he nodded to Pharis and prepared to saunter over to Janus when a tall Khajiit approached them and inquired after work. "Indeed, my good fellow," Ibram said and raised an eyebrow at the Khajiit's effects that floated behind him in the air. "If you're as good in combat as you are in magically levitating objects you're in luck. We're just about to hear out this, ah, merchant, over there in the corner. Why don't you tag along?" 

With that, Ibram approached Janus and sat down at his table. Janus looked like he belonged here in the desert more than any of them, and it took a few seconds for Ibram to realize that he was looking at an Imperial, not a Redguard. The facial features gave it away. "Hello there," he said and conjured his most charming smile. "The name's Ibram Crowe. This here is my associate," he continued, gesturing behind him to the Bosmer that had presumably followed him, "and I believe the cat is also interested. We're looking for work and the barkeep here seems to think you have a job for two -- ah, three enterprising adventurers such as ourselves. What say you, friend?"