Vlad was about to go for a snappy retort, before a man who he presumed to be Tilean stepped in. He spun his head to examine the newcomer, before turning back to the barkeep and with a fluid movement snatching the gold piece off of the table. "You're right!" He said cheerfully, emptying a large pile of bronze coins with two silver ones on the table. "I think that should be enough for two bottles and a glass of vodka. Oh! A glass of water too, please." The words came quickly but clearly, and once he presumably got what he wanted he'd down the glass and grab the two bottles before walking off. 

Just as he was about to approach the theoretical employer, someone else did. It was a bloody frog no less! Bored, he turned to face the Dwarfs and the elf, watching their rather silly grievances. The northerner knew that his kin liked a grudge quite a lot, but the enmity between knife ear and stunty was quite absurd. He had to admit one of the Dwarfs had quite good cracks but the elf gave ripostes just as well. He downed his glass of vodka in a single deep gulp before wiping his mouth and sitting at a chair with his hands supporting his head. He thought of the Hochlander too, for a moment pondering the possibility that someone with such an exquisite weapon had been hired by some Ice [s]b[/s]witch to track and kill him. Dismissing the thought as silly he relaxed and waited calmly.

Some time after the Bretonnian, the Kislevite approached 'Severo Emigdio' and gave him a brief bow. "My name is Waldemar Vetroff, I would like to go into your employ. I think I have valuable skills that would earn you a pretty penny... with me getting an obvious piece of the penny course." He'd place the glass of water he purchased earlier in one hand, and stuck his other hand's index finger in it. With a grunt of effort, he'd get to freezing the whole of it's contents.