As soon as he had stepped through the threshold of the bustling, noisy inn, Loren had clocked the group he needed to speak with. They stood out amongst the rest of the rabble; not like a sore thumb, because they were certainly prettier to look at than the rest of the revellers in the building. Prettier, in the sense of being impressive; organised, intimidating to a degree, and certainly the look one would expect from a fellow recruiting for a pirate ship. Unlike many myths liked to say, pirates weren't always loud and uncouth louts. They were businessmen - a diverse group from all walks of life that, in best case scenarios, would become your family. Judgement was left at the shore when on board a ship, as long as you could do your job. And that was exactly what he was here to do; Lorenzo Fiorenti suited the title of Captain, and he was eager to shoulder that burden once again. Still, first things first: an introduction was in order.

Although not the tallest, biggest, prettiest (or ugliest) man in the room, it was clear that Loren had a certain presence about him. The crowd dispersed before his path without so much as a nudge from the ex-Captain; they scurried out of the man's way after only a glance at his expression of determination, not wanting to risk delaying him in any manner. Rain still clung to his duster and hat, droplets shaking loose as he patted down his broad shoulders with scarred hands.  

Loren tipped his hat cordially at the others clustered around the table; his potential crewmates, no doubt. And they certainly were an interesting bunch, but that kind of diversity was something Loren always appreciated. One of the reasons he figured pirates trumped Navy ships so often was due to the stubborn recruiting methods of the navy - the officers were all of the same breed, with the same training, same amount of money, and same air of superiority. That kind of shit got you nowhere with pirates, and their individuality nearly always gave them an advantage in a fight.

"Evening." He began, looking back to the recruiting table and locking eyes with the young rogue sat in the center. Loren's voice was a pleasant one to hear, with a deep, gravelly quality that was oddly comforting, depending on his tone. As of now, it was amicable, but politely so. Pretending to be friends straight away with one's employer was an annoying quality he had always tried to avoid, as it rarely did you any good. "I'm Lorenzo Fiorenti, though I previously had the title of Captain. I won't lie that I'd like the privilege of that title on your ship, but whatever the role, I'm willing to take it - I've spent most of my years on a ship and sailing. My tongue is as sharp as my sword, and I'm more than capable of using both efficiently." Finishing with a grin, Loren removed his tricorne hat and shook the water from it gently, smoothing his dark-blonde hair back with his other hand as he regarded the group as a whole. "Feel free to call me Loren." He added, blue eyes twinkling in the light of the nearby fires.