Akono Asim, Bondsman of Clan Ramla, rose from his far-too small seat towards the back of the inn, rising so his seven-foot frame was no longer hidden by the relative shadow. With a few heavy footfalls, he made his way across the tavern towards the bar, ignoring the men and women who moved aside for his considerable bulk. He didn't bother to bring his mace with him; the weapon was prohibitively heavy, and would hardly function as a weapon for anyone of standard build.

Upon reaching the bar, the imposing man scanned the immediate area for anyone worth working with. He was introspective enough to recognize his failings, among which was a lack of initiative. He wouldn't be getting anywhere unless he found someone to work alongside. It shouldn't be too difficult to find such a man or woman; his very presence was worth a handful of ordinary guards, and his prowess in combat was nothing to scoff at, either.

As he scanned the bar, he found a likely candidate. Seated not two paces away was a handsome man sketching a reproduction of the map the crowd had been shown. The most important characteristic in an employer (or, as it might happen, co-conspirator) was initiative, and reproducing the map was a sharp first step.

With one badly-scarred hand, the dark giant of a man nudged the stranger to break him from his concentrated state.

"Your pardon, goodman." He rumbled. "I couldn't help but see that you're making preliminary preparations for this venture. If you're in need of a bit of muscle, or hell, even a packman, there's none better that you're likely to find in this place, and I can promise that I'm a good bit more trustworthy than any part-orc trash." His voice was surprisingly smooth, despite its rumbling resonance. It gave the impression of an education, something quite at odds with the scarred exterior and simple clothing of the near-giant.