"That's... Great." Sounded off Urdal and eyed the drunkard. As he chugged, the half-elf expected a trickle, or at the very least a drop, of booze to appear on the chin of the man for hire, but no such liquid formation showed up. The drunkard, although having that weird, tense air about him, he also looked unsavory. The one who was hiring had seen unsavory fellows, but this one in particular was especially unsavory. But he was interested.

 Taking a deep breath, thinking on how to present the information to the intoxicated male, Urdal laid back in the chair. Another thing, which popped up in his head, was that for some reason, unexplained to him, the drunkard seemed familiar to the half-elf. He had met many people whilst dwelling in the underworld. Assassins, thieves... Others. Nothing really rung the corresponding bells.

"Job's hard, but pays well. I'm gonna need people to go up north. We'll be lookin' for somethin' to help sustain the town, since the coming weeks'll be rough... What's your price?" Explained, and asked, Urdal. He was hopeful that the drunkard would be more willing to help, what with his state of mind and predicament.