Jeb turned and looked upon the dwarf ([@poohead189]) with curious eyes.  "Ale.  Keep it coming," he had told the barkeep, stealing away the Hochlander's attention.  He would have spoken up if another, Vlad ([@andreyich]), had not plopped down beside him, who soon proclaimed a round of vodka for everyone.

Jeb shrugged, grinning, and looked back the barkeep.  "I s'pose I'll take vodka, then."  The sharpshooter adjusted the straps that ran across his chest, which held his long rifle on his back.  He looked at the dwarf, and then over at the Kislevite.  "The two of you look mighty experienced," he began, "name's Jeb.  I'm lookin' for work."  Jeb looked over the dawi's panoply of axes: "but I'm not fighter.  At least, not an experienced one.  But I can shoot - and I'm a damn good marksman."

Jebidiah looked at both individuals beside him, eager to sell his services to either of them.