Janus suppressed the urge to grin at the travelling adventurers and sellswords that had approached his little table. It seemed that his bait was working perfectly. There seemed to be a varied group of sorts if a small one forming here, that would work well for his purposes.

"Well my friends, you seem capable and I'm willing to pay well for capable sorts, far more than the Fighters Guild's pittances! If you're looking for heavy work, I'm sure keen individuals like yourselves are aware by now that there's a small undead problem plaguing the desert. Going tomb-diving to thin the herd of them before they grow too large would do a lot to ease the public's concerns and make us all heroes of the common folks. Not to mention there are usually all sorts of old artifacts that are worth the risks for all of you. If you don't think you can handle that though, I'd be more than happy just compensating you for each bandit and robber you manage to permanently dissuade from that particular line of work. Safe roads and safe wildernesses make for easier trade, after all!" 

Janus leaned over the table toward them, grinning conspiratorially in a way that seemed to stretch his scar tight across his face.

"I have better work, of course. The sort for which I'd make sure each worthy arm here could afford to live in luxury once all was said and done..."

With a gesture he slipped a gold septim out of his sleeve and twirled it between each finger, dancing it across his knuckles before flipping it to nestle in his palm where a second, third, fourth joined it before all vanished in time with a theatrical wink.

"...but first you have to prove your quality! A good merchant never buys without making an appraisal, after all!"