Hans looked at the Witch Hunter, awaiting a response, his eyes only now slowly properly adjusting to the new light. But he didn't have time to properly consider his situation as someone came from behind. Hans wasn't exactly prepared for this and was certainly on edge moments before that, and in a paradoxically organized panic drew the pistol he had cocked. He tried to make distance between himself, the newcomer and the people already present at the same time. 

But it seemed the Witch Hunter wanted to ameliorate the situation, and in his weary state the lad was quite susceptible to a soft word of peace. First slowly, but then instantly he lowered his firearm and put it to the rightful holster with hammer lowered. Again the young man fanned both hands placatingly, saying without saying that he wanted no trouble. He went forth and sat himself down, speaking up. "Hans von Lipvig." he said, hoping that the [i]von[/i] would carry some weight in not getting his throat cut. 

"Don't know what this is, I'm just looking for somewhere to sleep the night, and work. This is a tavern right? Thought I could get the likes." Hans stated, leaning back in his chair as he was now used to by upbringing. Yet another man came in, and stated that the Witch Hunter was looking for help. The lad wasn't sure what to think of that and felt something in his stomach turn. He wasn't quite sure if prancing across the Empire to get ripped up by a Vampire was something he wanted.